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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2016 21:51:05 GMT -5
Even after being at these sorts of meetings for hundreds of years, for every facet of history, Arthur never thought the gatherings could ever rise above the dull monotony that they always seemed to carry around like a cursed shroud. Although some certainly had the capacity to not be completely boring, the occasional argument and displays of amusing dominance depending on which leaders were actually present. This proved to be one of the duller meetings, with Arthur filling one of the important seats and pretending to take notes. His eyes surveyed the room, seemingly more interested in who had attended than what was actually being said. Perhaps what caught his attention the most was the fact that Matthew was also present, along with a few others. Of course, it was only then that Arthur felt a bit more agitated for the meeting to finally end, the end of his polished oxford swaying slightly as he crossed his legs. Nothing being said was new information to him, but rather information that the British informants were sharing with others for future reference.
Even so, Arthur was dressed for the part, professional and with a quiet, stern expression to match as each representative spoke for each nation. He wore a dark wash trouser with his usual button up matched with a sleek, tailored vest. The charcoal coat was at the back of his chair instead of hanging in the complimentary wardrobe. With the slightly chilled draft in the room, he was half tempted to slip back into the offered warmth, his eyes not straying far from the men and women engaged in the conversation.
Once the meeting had concluded, Arthur gathered his things and steadily made his way across the conference room. He set his things right alongside where the Canadian was seated, deftly sitting back just a bit against the table as he glanced over. He wasn’t exactly concerned with being overly polite or being proper in front of the others at the moment. He simply wanted to get out of the stale, dull conference room filled with stale, dull people. And, perhaps, he wanted to spend time with Matthew, make certain that everything was well with him. Arthur always wanted that interaction, and he was rarely ever satisfied from wanting.
”I don’t believe it’s possible for them to ever let the meetings get out exactly the time they say they’ll it’ll end.” Arthur scoffed lowly while folding over his charcoal coat across his arm, a softened expression spreading over his usually severe features as his eyes swept across the other, as if coming to his own conclusion over Matthew’s wellbeing. ”But regardless, it’s good to see you, Matthew... It’s been a while since we’ve talked… Would it be too troublesome if I monopolised your time for a cuppa? I know a place just along the street corner. Unless you have to be somewhere else, of course.” Arthur tried not to let it show... tried to keep his tone casual and even; he didn’t want to show just how much that cuppa would really mean to him. Tried not to show just how covetous he was for his time, for any of his former colony's time really. They all still meant something to him, and their time seemed to only grow more scare as the years trickled past. And, thus, more valuable.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 22:54:47 GMT -5
He supposed that the meeting had something to do with tactics, and he supposed it was something important, but at this point, Matthew just wanted to take a nap or something. It wasn't the meeting's fault, entirely, but he'd taken dramamine in order to stand the trans-Atlantic flight- he never flew well, even though he did all the time. His feet were meant to be on the ground or in a boat. They weren't meant to be in the sky. He rarely mentioned that this was a problem, given that he normally took a long-distance flight and then tried to do as many meetings at once as he could possibly manage, doing short, easier flights or train journeys between places before taking another long-distance flight. He was also normally quite good about scheduling those meetings in such a way that he wouldn't still be drowsy from medication and a sense of jet lag during them.
It wasn't entirely his fault if he'd crossed several timezones today, was his point, and that he flew badly, and that god this meeting was boring. It wasn't even the kind of boring that he could take, either, the kind of boring that no one would look at him funny for falling asleep during, because as boring as it was initially, it was still about war tactics, and there was an underscoring edge of danger laced against every word that was keeping Matthew awake. It didn't help that recent battles had been shifting- something was changing. It was important. They needed to pay attention to it and decide on a course of action.
It was just... did they have to reschedule the meeting so he didn't have time to even pick up any coffee as he left the airport? And did the Nations and generals who were speaking have to do it so... monotonously? He desperately needed caffeine. Something. Anything. Or a decent conversation. He was taking all the necessary notes, he'd even spoken up at one point to try to make the points he'd come to the meeting in the first place to make, but it was half-hearted and exhausted. They were important points, sure, but no one was really listening to him anyway, and, well, no one seemed to be listening to anyone, really.
At least he didn't have to get on another plane too soon. All the places he had to go, he was taking boats and trains for the foreseeable future. Sometimes, he wondered why he agreed to some of this- but then again, he did anyway, and it wasn't too terrible, even if, for the entire meeting, every time he thought he could tune out, someone said something horrible, making his heart skip for a minute and pushing him back awake. He at least got to interact with other people some, which was nice (even if they often seemed to just talk over him).
As the meeting finally ended, he stacked up his somewhat careful notes- he'd have to trade with someone later, though, because he was worried he'd zoned out during something important, thanks to the combination of jet lag and medication that made him drowsy- and started to put them into his suitcase, slumping back in his seat somewhat as people filed out of the hall. He was seriously considering just falling asleep in his chair- the janitorial staff would wake him up, probably. Even if he did take a nap, though, it might just make him more tired...
Someone put their things down beside him. He looked up and smiled. Arthur! Even talking to someone the least bit interesting about something not mildly depressing at times and boring for the rest of it might wake him up some. "And they had to start this one early, too- I couldn't move my flight in time," he complained lightly, smiling as though the inconvenience had been minor, though the bags under his eyes and his messy appearance showed a different story.
"It's good to see you too, though," he added cheerfully. At the offer to talk, Matthew perked up. Normally, he'd get tea when with Arthur, though with any luck coffee might also be an option. Then again, tea alone had enough caffeine, and he only really needed enough to force his sleep schedule into something a little more normal for the time zone. More importantly, though: talking to Arthur would be nice. They really hadn't talked in awhile. "I'd love to," he said. "I can talk for some time, if you'd like- I have nowhere else to be."
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