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Here he sits, a sad and lonely soul, trying to cope. For WOE! his world has come crashing down, and the stars have fallen from the sky, the moon lost her orbit to crash into the sun. The heavens mourn for his pain, or they should, for to be hurt in such a manner, to be so cruelly treated, the entire world should stop for him.
God, beeing a teenager is such hard work! People just don't understand, everything resolves about HIM, right? Right?
Fine, maybe it doesn't. Which is why Arthur is sitting and drinking at the bar, a bottle of firewhiskey at his hand. He's drowing his "sorrows." Which really aren't his. He dumped her after all, right? Huh. Teens.
(OOC:Not plotlocked, jump on in and bug him))
((Warnings for inappropriate sexual Themed chatting, and violence. C'mon, it's Hellspawn and arthur, this had to be coming.))
God, beeing a teenager is such hard work! People just don't understand, everything resolves about HIM, right? Right?
Fine, maybe it doesn't. Which is why Arthur is sitting and drinking at the bar, a bottle of firewhiskey at his hand. He's drowing his "sorrows." Which really aren't his. He dumped her after all, right? Huh. Teens.
(OOC:Not plotlocked, jump on in and bug him))
((Warnings for inappropriate sexual Themed chatting, and violence. C'mon, it's Hellspawn and arthur, this had to be coming.))