Arthur Kirkland's home was very beautiful, especially the green and bedecked parlor
where you were now. The owner of this lovely place was sitting in a small, green chair, trying to ignore you.
"What you got there, Arty?" You asked for the third time in the last two minutes.
The blonde sighed, and looked up at you, weariness plastered on his face.
"My tea, (y/n). Why are you asking, love?" You giggled, your (h/c) hair moving in front of your face.
"It smells weird, Arty."
He exhaled, and was about to take another sip as you leaned in real close.
Arthur set his tea down with a clank.
"(y/n), why are you..."
"Can I make you some tea?" You asked, bouncing on your heels in front of him.
He just stared at you, a surprised expression on his face.
Should he? No, you could set fire to the house...but it could get rid of you, he realized.
"D-do you know how to make it?"
You shook your head, an innocent smile resting on your lips, your (e/c) eyes shining
from the sunlight that had filtered through the curtain. The blonde looked at you long
and hard and then through his arms up in defeat. "Fine. Let me show you." He sat up from
the chair and escorted you warily to the kitchen, like he was herding a rabid dog.
"First you fill the tea kettle with cold water, understood?"
You nodded, and grabbed the vessel from him and turned the faucet on.
Arthur grimaced as he watched the water overflowing from the kettle as you walked over to the stove. Smiling, you turned to him."What now, Arty?" "T-turn the burner on high."
You saluted him. "Roger that, Sir Arthur."
You turned the burner on and stared at the unmoving surface of the water.
"Well, now what, Arty?"
"Now, we wait for it to boil."
You nodded, hands on your hips. "Righto, Arty. Boiling Time~!"
A few seconds passed in awkward silence, and then you peered your face real close to it.
"What's wrong with it, Arty? It's not boiling." You whined, scrunching your face up.
Arthur bit his lip in annoyance. "It's not going to boil immediately, love."
You straightened. "Oh. Well, then you could've said so!"
All in all, you ended up burning the tea, and getting thrown out of Arthur's house. The End