Arthur, you're drunk. You're definitely drunk.
Bad, and when Arthur takes up the jock telling him not to drink any more booze, someone bring the water! and roughed up his voice to the knights and recruits. Then Arthur, who lowered his hand powerlessly without a jock in his hand, moved his mouth again as if he had forgotten to be blocked.
"Even Captain Alan looks amazing, and there are more things he hasn't won yet in a bare-handed mock fight, and his sword is amazing, and he's strong, and he works out better than anyone. You know, I stopped Master Pride on the tower. Seriously, he's well-dressed and kind, and he's a boulder to give away his right hand so badly. Plus, he's even got to practice dancing to dance with Master Pride...
"Quick, water! Arthur, please don't talk about me anymore.
Alan blocks Arthur's mouth on the way to the point where the spear is directed at him.
Alan, whose face turns bright red regardless of booze, had his eyes shaking in agitation at once. He raised his voice uncertain, hurrying to bring the water drain to the recruit, "Arthur, drink!" I let go of my blocked mouth once. Drinking the water poured into the jock while being prompted, now from the direction behind you: "Alan! Don't get me involved," the voice of the column pops in.
"You're telling me not to get tangled up with juniors! And by the way, let Arthur get drunk... you take care of him responsibly!
Listening to the noise, and even more so, a column appearing with his name on his face.
He grasped the status quo at a glance and reprimanded Alan with a pointy voice as he walked over. Alan scratches his head to apologize. Arthur had half his eyes melted when he drank out of the water and was offered another water into another jock by a recruit.
"Oh, I thought it was time to do that first. I was already flirting when I came to my place.
"Eric, stop it if you know what I mean."
Alan protests violently against Eric, who says with a laugh.
No, I'm sorry, and Eric, who smiles and apologizes, doesn't reflect at all. Because at the time I was ready to be made to cry, Arthur also thought that if he died, he would be with the nations.
Anyway, drink the water! Alan, urging him to stop talking, decides not to dare retrieve it from the front of the knights. Turn your hand to Arthur's shoulder, looking up at the bar, to the corner of the hall.
"Alan Bernards.... what did you do to my captain?
I tried to take you, the moment.
Harrison showed up trying to get in front of Alan and Arthur. Despite the indoors, if you think the wind stroked the faces of the two, there was a look of Harrison in the displeasure itself at the end of Alan's gaze.
As soon as Alan's "Arthur Yabe" remark reached his ear, Harrison was rushing on his fast feet. He didn't jump right away because his deputy Clark noticed the private fight, but he was completely Alan's current prisoner if he watched how it went. The anger and killing of Alan, who drunkenly crushed Arthur before wrapping him up in his celebratory seat for a reason, reaches all the knights around him.
Harrison! Alan screamed unexpectedly, thinking with a slightly drunken head about what to do with this situation. Arthur, who drank out of the water poured into the jock again next door, was totally brought to Alan. A knight tried to water Arthur's jock even more, but Harrison's killing kept him away from bad.
Then Arthur also looked up as he finally noticed Harrison's killer, whom he was used to. Shaggy, disturbed hair drooped, and if you look in the way of your sight, there was Harrison with a purple glance. "Mr. Harrison......," he muttered so in a rounded voice, Alan giggled up and down his shoulder.... but flashed as soon as I reconsidered.
Laughing as if he had come up with a prank with a nigga, Alan unwrapped the arm he had hung on Arthur's shoulder and pressed Harrison's back as if pushing him.
"All right, go, Arthur.
Don, and Harrison reflexively takes Arthur with one arm, who has been thrust with momentum.
Harrison's killing temper swells further to Alan, who suddenly abandons his embrace after poking Arthur. I thought I'd beat him to death, even if he couldn't be slaughtered on this occasion.
Then he turned his attention to the column and Eric, who would be relatively beside him to whom Arthur would be deposited in his luggage. Harrison compares himself to Arthur as they both pull their mouths together to laugh half a bit for some reason.
"Mr. Harrison is awesome, strong. I don't know, he cares sometimes, he looks really good for the full execution of his father's and Clark's life, and if he asks for proper matches and rice, he goes out with him, even if he doesn't have to have special abilities or a handful, he can even overwhelm his enemies and throw knives, and even though the Eighth Squad people aren't so respected for imitating it, working out and wearing it, he picks me as a young captain..."
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Consolidation.
Not even realizing Harrison's reaction like that, Arthur managed to stand on his own feet, but kept them in Harrison's arms supporting nearly half his weight. Harrison, completely rigid to his fingertips, becomes like a pillar. Harrison stared at Arthur with his open eyes as he vanished to the hegemony instead of the killing, which had swelled until just now.
Alan himself, who pushed a bomb named Arthur on Harrison, also leaked his voice with a half laugh, "Ooh..." to Arthur's Betta compliments and Harrison's more unexpected look. You could have given Harrison that look, and everyone in the knight who saw that face thought so only in his heart.
Besides, I won't stop the fierce attack from Arthur on Harrison, who won't say anything just to solidify.
"I'm not the captain, but the deputy captain... how can I look at Mr. Harrison when I'm so strong and seriously think he's going to kill me? You can make me a captain and put me up properly after that, or you can screw up. You even worried about me a month ago about Lord Pride. You're so calm and set up... I don't know, I'm scared but I really don't know... But that jacket was awesome - so helpful... thanks to you, Master Pride, I managed to help,...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................
As the ramp gradually hung on the rupture of the branch, the column walked over with every splash of water saying, "Arthur, drink the water first".
Grab Arthur's shoulder from Harrison, who's already stopped killing him, and pull him off. In the meantime, Arthur said, "No, it's really amazing..." and grabbed him as he was pulled.
Arthur's remarks were annoyed by the quiet knights who said, "The vessel is…………" "No, it's kinder than that." They can't hide their confusion either in information far from Harrison's image.
"I've grown up more than I thought......
"Captain Alan... you can't imitate throwing in small animals that are vulnerable to carnivores...
"No, either way - he said he just gave the child back to the parent bear.
Move next to Eric for swallowing and crush your thoughts Exhale like Eric was a little spooked by Alan.
Having totally understood how to handle Arthur to Harrison, Alan said, "If you keep it with Harrison, it'll all fit round, won't it? I said," but I didn't miss hearing that column say, "Alan! Don't run away," he yelled as he sat Arthur in a chair on the wall of the hall.
The other knights as well as the column twitch to Arthur, who again looks at the water offered.
Only Harrison remained solidified on the spot during that time. He said he was already full of just being praised by the Knights Commander and Vice Commander, but within only a few hours of that, the handling of his head hasn't followed him at all in the wake of a storm of furious praise from Arthur. I can't even peek into his face from the side as he sits with long dark hair running through him, but only his presence remained strong, as shown in the psychic picture. If the knight standing from the front confirmed to look back, I could clearly see him consolidating to his expression with his eyes open.
Alan walks over to Arthur biting off a laugh at Harrison's rare reaction. And furthermore, Eric continued on that back.
But by the time the two of them had lined up beside the column, a crowd was already ready around Arthur. I thought you two might be worried about drunk Arthur, but if you pick up every word from the hustle and bustle of deliberation,
"Captain Arthur! How about you?"
"Arthur, I praise you too."
"Don't interrupt a crew that's not even Squad 8."
"Arthur! Arthur! Kevin Cinemas:"
Captain Arthur.
The knights were calling on Arthur one after the other.
Now he was stuck around Arthur with his eyes shining on expectations as to whether he could be praised, and the appearance of calling him resembled that of a parent trying to make a child call his own name.
From Arthur's juniors to his senior knights, he gathered one after the other, adding, "I hear Arthur's drunk again." "All right, let's go!" and gather to hear the noise even of knights who know Arthur's liquor habits, including synchronization.
Wow... and pushed by the hegemony of the seemingly entertaining knights, Alan hesitated to split. Besides, the noise calls for noise, and even the knights, who hadn't gathered until just now, "Arthur's going to compliment me now," and "I can hear Arthur's love" fly in.
"Because it was like this when we swallowed ourselves and Arthur.
Haha, Alan and Column can't even reply to Eric laughing as I knew.
I knew Arthur was admired even by the Knights, but I didn't know Arthur had such a knight who wanted to be praised down. I understand that many knights did not, although it was an attack like fire coming out of their faces from themselves.
The two laughed heartily and joyfully at the compliments from Arthur, and decided that there seemed to be no need to stop him to the knights who would shine their eyes.
"No... I'm really glad I didn't die then.
"Say it now, Alan.
haha...... and the column instantly pointed out to Alan's words delighted to see something unexpectedly interesting.
Alan grinned back bitterly at the words of the column as he paid his forehead with his fingertips. I laugh at the column, not weighing in or emotional, but reassuring myself that I could speak of it with honesty. "I'll take care of Arthur," the column said when he understood it too, slapping Alan's shoulder like a pastry. And Alan, who gave it back in a nutshell, was already the usual grin. The two of us pinch Arthur as they are, and Eric laughs, too.
The column says to the knight who tries to hear the love story of pride, not about himself: "There. Don't ask Arthur about his private stories," he goes into a stop.
And then Alan said to Arthur, "Here, here! Don't let Arthur drink a drop more," he confiscates every bottle.
Eric struggles smoothly to wake Arthur up drunk with water as he "dares not cool his head" with the water drain he receives from the recruit.
Arthur, who is cared for by three Kingsguard knights, continued to answer the knights' questions as he cooled the fire lights slightly with water. "The captain," "Mr. Blair," Arthur continued to praise the knights for his appearance, getting more attention than anyone else in less than an hour.
"... I've never seen Arthur get drunk before, either. How about you? Roderick."
Clark, the deputy captain, laughs as he looks far-flung at the center where the knights are gathering.
Roderick, the Knights leader lined up next to him, replied with a word in his arms, "Neither did I." To the voice of the fun knights and to Arthur at its center, I realize that he is back again.
The two of us haven't spoken directly to Arthur since the feast began, but that figure of Arthur and the knights from a distance was enough. Especially on the big roderick of the body, Arthur, who firmly turned his whole body bright red from afar, was captured answering the knights with a crushed grin.
I think it would be nice to have a reunion with Arthur done on the day of the recapture. Otherwise I was sure that I would surely not have been able to see Arthur with only this serenity.
"Arthur's way of getting drunk.... You look just like me.
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To Clark's words, the only thing he knows about his intoxicated appearance, Roderick chops a wrinkle between his eyebrows and shuts his mouth.
Undeniably, to Roderick, who shut up with a bitter face, Clark slapped that back with a chuckle at his throat.
I knew you were a parent and a child. He overlaid the then back of the current Knights captain in the figure of the youngest knight captain admired by many knights.
Until the dawn when more than half of the knights would crumble, the two continued to watch how it went.
All the Knights they can unite, laugh at the sight.