Error 109 [Arthur and Eduard]

Arthur wasn't very big on computers, really. He used them, of course. They were handy for writing essays and using the internet, when he did use the internet. He liked itunes, so he could put all his music in one place, but he prefered vinyl above itunes. However, since most of his work was on his computer, he had come in to a rather annoying situation where upon he hated his computer and hated using it but relied entirely on it in order to finish his course.

Thus, when his computer suddenly stopped working, he panicked. Each time he attempted to turn it on, he'd be presented with an error message and it would promptly turn itself back off again. This was extremely bad, since he had an essay on King Lear due on thursday with was all nice and polished and ready to go, having been worked on for the last few months, but suddenly, he couldn't access it. Yeah yeah, he knew he should make back-ups and all that, but he lost things at a rate of knots, he would loose one of those tiny usb drive thingies in a matter of minutes!

It was thus that wednesday night, he decided to get blind drunk, enough that he'd forget he had a paper due for the next morning, enough that he didn't care if he failed his course and he was kicked out. He shirked on a coat (the last one that didn't have massive holes in the back, waiting to be sewn up), grabbed his credit card and descended in the lift with one destination - The King's Arms. But, at a stroke of luck, before he left the building, he happened to glance at the notice board in the lobby.

'Having computer trouble?' He saw in big bold lettering. Why yes, in fact, he was. How conveinient, perhaps he should look at the all-knowing notice board more often. There was a telephone number and adress, so he whipped out his phone and dialed the number. 'please be in, please be in' he thought to himself. This could be his savior.

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Arthur waited and waited, as the phone rang. "Please answer..." He muttered to himself, fidgiting nervously. He needed his computer to be fixed, he didn't want to fail. Finally, finally, he picked up, and Arthur had to stop himself from breathing a loud sigh of relief. "Hello," He said fomally, his stiff, upper class education kicking in. "I saw your flyer in the lobby, I'm Arthur Kirkland, from floor 5, I was wondering if I could get some assistance, my computer is acting up. Soon as possible, please." He said, making his way back up the stairs. "I'm flat 28,"

He was pleased, that he could possibly find someone to fix his computer, and he hoped that it would work out for the best. He would probably throw a fit if he had to replace his computer or wipe all his files, since all his work for the semester was filed on there. Sure, he had paper copies in a folder in a bookcase, but it was easier to print them out and be able to edit them without typing them back up. The thing is, if Arthur threw a fit in this funny state he was in right now, chances are, he would burst a water main or something.

He pressed the phone to his ear using his shoulder as he picked out his keys, opening the door and going in, trying to neaten up a bit. He didn't like mess, usually, but there sometimes was a bit of it, he didn't keep everything neat all the time, and there was always books in piles around the floor. He made sure there was an easy path to the computer and no papers around the computer either.

"Well it keeps restarting on me. I turn it on and it gives an error message before turning right back off. I think it may be the fans, but I'm not too sure, it could also be a virus or something. If you could just have a look at it, I'd be really greatful." He was very relieved, he hoped it wasn't a very difficult problem to solve and he was just inept. Though he hated being wrong, he knew he was awful with computers and he didn't really like them anyway.

Arthur nodded. "Sometime tonight would be ideal. I'll be in all evening, so come by whenevere you have time." He said. He'd probably do some knitting, maybe watch a few episodes of Dr Who from the box set he'd gotten for christmas. "Thank you, I'll see you soon, I hope," And he hung up, placing the phone on the side before grabbing his knitting. As he passed, he patted the computer monitor. "Looks like you'll be getting fixed at last." And settled down in front of the TV to continue with his gloves.

Arthur had not long been working on his gloves when he heard a knock at the door. He placed them down on the sofa (hopefully he wouldn't sit on them later, again). "Hello?" He opened the door and smiled. "Ah, Mr Von Bock, good to meet you." He said politely, holding out his hand to shake. He'd been raised to be polite, so even though this man was, to Arthur's surprise, probably younger than him. But then, the young generation today were so good with computers. "Do come in." He stepped to the side, waving him in.

"Let me show you to the computer, I hope you can fix it easily. I really need to access my files." He walked towards the bedroom, where his computer was set up. He'd made sure to tidy up, and he'd hoped it wasn't too messy. He rarely had people in his house, let alone his bedroom, and he was worried about being judged. "Sorry about the mess." He said arbitrarily. "Would you like something to drink, tea or coffee?" He suggested. He wanted to be a good host, even if Eduard was there just to fix his computer.

"Alright. I'll be in the kitchen anyway." He smiled politey. Arthur turned to the door for a moment, he'd quite like to have a cup of tea himself, and he needed to find his wallet, he hoped it wasn't that expensive. He just happened to glance around before he left and... it was fixed? It looked like it was."Oh... that was fast." He blinked. "Is it fixed already?" Apparently, Arthur was really inept when it came to computers, had it even been broken. "Do you know what's wrong with it?" He asked.

She went back over to the computer, looking over Eduard's shoulder, a bit puzzled.

"Oh... wow." Arthur blinked. Maybe he had been computer illiterate enough that he had been doing something wrong all this time, "I guess I'm just bad with computers." He murmured. They checked the files and Arthur was very relieved to see that it was right where he'd left it.

"I should print that while I still have the chance." He said, "Let me just go get some paper." He said, walking off to find the pack of printer paper he'd bought a while ago. He was not going to take any more chances. After a few moments of rifling, he found it and turned back to Eduard. "So it should be fine to pr- Shit." It had suddenly crashed, the familar blue screen glaring away at him as if to say 'you'll never get to print out your essay'. He came to the conclusion that technology must hate him.

Arthur fell silent, watching the other began to work. He'd suddenly gone still, staring at the screen. When, all of a sudden, the cursor started to move. Arhtur stepped back, shocked for a moment, and then looked over him, making sure that he wasn't actually touching the computer and it was just a trick of the light that it seemed he wasn't. But no, Eduard was just staring at the computer, static.

Arthur's hand shot out, in front of Eduard's face, to see if it would break his concentration. "What the bloody hell...?" He murmured, staring at the screen. "What was that?!" He snapped, a little more confrontational, surprised and a little afraid. It reminded him of something, of the way he felt around water. The way it almost became of an extension of his body. His heart beat nervously, was it the same?