Room 325, Saturday Morning
Right. It was the day of another feast, and Arthur had already gotten his suit laid out.
...Really, he should've gotten a new suit. Wearing the same one twice wasn't completely classy, but it would have to do. He sneaked glances towards the TV as he ate his breakfast, contemplating the thought of trying to see what that Olympics thing was like that Jak kept obsessing about.
Seriously. There could be hockey.
As of right now, though, Arthur was still utterly undecided. And in possession of some pears.
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...Really, he should've gotten a new suit. Wearing the same one twice wasn't completely classy, but it would have to do. He sneaked glances towards the TV as he ate his breakfast, contemplating the thought of trying to see what that Olympics thing was like that Jak kept obsessing about.
Seriously. There could be hockey.
As of right now, though, Arthur was still utterly undecided. And in possession of some pears.
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