1. Informal. An utterly foolish or senseless person
2. Informal. Arthur Kirkland’s unique way of expressing conformation. See the word: yes.
“Artie, baby! It’s been too long!”
It had only been a few days since she’d seen Arthur, but Mrs. Jones liked to make a fuss.
To Alfred, however, it had been long. What with exams coming up, Arthur did what he usually did- spent wasted hours squinting down at the words in his textbooks, locked away from any human interaction in his bedroom. The only explanation Alfred would receive was that an omega had to work harder to get into college. He supposed that was true, but it was hard to say that Arthur was even studying in the first place.
He never really did like human interaction, and lately, he’d been conjuring excuses left and right for the sole purpose of not hanging out with Alfred. It was likely that the whole studying thing could’ve just been a complicated ruse, an excuse, something not a total surprise coming from the crafty little omega.
Alfred rolled his eyes as his mother scooped Arthur up into her arms, peppering his face with wet kisses. “You’ve got to come sleep over soon. Alfred’s fussy, he’s always complaining about how cold the bed is without you!”
“Is that so?”
Arthur was smirking at him now, and it shouldn’t have bothered him. But considering the circumstances-
Alfred’s red-faced response was through gritted teeth, “Mom-”
His mother, like every mother of a semi-attractive, popular alpha, was rather embarrassing. Not to the extent that the embarrassing-ness would only appear in the occasional campfire story, but rather more so. Her embarrassing-ness was something of a usual thing, more open to the public.
She always chose the worst times, whether it was laughing at wine-mom memes at a funeral, or, in their case now, sharing a bit too much information in the midst of people that would’ve been better off without it.
To take as an example, Alfred’s girlfriend.