US + UK Bromance. No deep angsting, no pining for the other. Just straight out platonic bromance.
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I wasn't sure what exactly OP expected for a "bromance", but this randomly came to me after watching my little brother act like an idiot with his friends. It's not much, but hopefully OP enjoys!
I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker - 1/3
anonymous
August 21 2010, 22:02:31 UTC
“What the hell is this?” was Arthur’s pleasant greeting as he walked into Alfred’s house and saw the boy bent over a plastic guitar, one foot propped heroically up on a footstool, tongue poking out of his mouth, as the music surged and lights blinked and spasmed quick enough to give Arthur an epileptic shock on the television.
Alfred didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Oh hey, Arthur! ‘S’up?”
Arthur made a noise of non-commitment and slammed the door behind him, though the sound was barely heard over the pulsing surge of guitar riffs and clicking plastic buttons Alfred kept slamming in his quest to beat his game.
“I’m glad you’re here, actually,” Alfred said, only sounding a little distracted, the colored chords reflecting in his glasses as his fingers danced between red, green, orange, then back to green, then blue, then blue and green together.
“Is that so?” Arthur asked, setting down his briefcase on the table and trying to ignore the screeching coming from the television. “I recall that I was meant to come here
( ... )
I Wish I Was a Punk Rocker - 2/2 (counting is not for rock stars)
anonymous
August 21 2010, 22:03:28 UTC
“Do your worst!”
“Hmph,” Arthur said, and scrolled through the selections of songs.
“Have you played this before? Don’t lose!”
“I have too played this before,” Arthur snapped. “At the Christmas party last year-you just don’t remember because you were drunk off your arse.”
“Ha ha, oh yeah-I remember I woke up in Mattie’s hall closet.”
“Indeed,” Arthur said, and then squinted at the television screen as his song opened up, preparing for the onslaught of chords. “Prepare to be schooled, by the way.”
US + UK Bromance. No deep angsting, no pining for the other. Just straight out platonic bromance.
~~~
I wasn't sure what exactly OP expected for a "bromance", but this randomly came to me after watching my little brother act like an idiot with his friends. It's not much, but hopefully OP enjoys!
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Alfred didn’t take his eyes off the screen. “Oh hey, Arthur! ‘S’up?”
Arthur made a noise of non-commitment and slammed the door behind him, though the sound was barely heard over the pulsing surge of guitar riffs and clicking plastic buttons Alfred kept slamming in his quest to beat his game.
“I’m glad you’re here, actually,” Alfred said, only sounding a little distracted, the colored chords reflecting in his glasses as his fingers danced between red, green, orange, then back to green, then blue, then blue and green together.
“Is that so?” Arthur asked, setting down his briefcase on the table and trying to ignore the screeching coming from the television. “I recall that I was meant to come here ( ... )
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“Hmph,” Arthur said, and scrolled through the selections of songs.
“Have you played this before? Don’t lose!”
“I have too played this before,” Arthur snapped. “At the Christmas party last year-you just don’t remember because you were drunk off your arse.”
“Ha ha, oh yeah-I remember I woke up in Mattie’s hall closet.”
“Indeed,” Arthur said, and then squinted at the television screen as his song opened up, preparing for the onslaught of chords. “Prepare to be schooled, by the way.”
“Oh, I’m so scared over here ( ... )
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