Guilty Pleasures Aug 17, 2012 16:32:03 GMT -5
Post by Arthur Pendragon on Aug 17, 2012 16:32:03 GMT -5
Arthur took in their advice, but wasn't too panicked about Amaren fussing. Of course no parent wanted to hear their child cry . . . but he also knew that Amaren wasn't too difficult to calm down when he was upset. "Alright Amaren, how about some team work here," he asked jokingly. Where Amaren's little arms moved, Arthur tried to move the sleeve along with him, but ended up getting his arm stuck in the sleeve in an awkward angle. Amaren started to whimper, as if he was about to cry. Arthur had to quickly react and reversed his actions so that Amaren's arm was through the sleeve again. "You know when I was young, I was apparently quite difficult to change," he began to explain. One particular story was told to him by one of his maids that cared for him when he was a small child.
Arthur knew that Amaren could not yet understand him, so it would really be only Thomas and Guinevère who may understand his story. However, he didn't want Amaren to forget his voice -- though was aware that after months of not being here, it was possible. "I was as stubborn as you," he continued, using the his story to help distract him as Amaren stopped wiggling just enough for Arthur to finally get one arm out of the sleeve. "I struggled so much that at one point my head got stuck in my shirt." Apparently, he'd been all tangled. "I started crying and running about, until I ran into the wall." Not hard, but hard enough for his crying to only grow more out of the shock.
"How did I get stuck?" He said 'repeating' Amaren's question, though nothing was asked. "Just like this," he added as he lifted the shirt up and purposely left it over Amaren's heard, concealing his vision. He left it like that for only a few moments before quickly pulling it down and moving his face closer to his, giving a little "Boo!" At the same. Amaren seemed amused and let out a high pitched laugh. Arthur kept his face close to his son's as he leaned forward and forward, until their noises touched and Arthur gave him a little bop on Amaren's forehead with his own. He then pulled back and began to put his other shirt on top. "After that, I never fussed when getting changed again," he finished, having been so engrossed in his task and moments with Amaren that he nearly forgot that Guinevère and Thomas was in the room.