Who:
supercilious &
pratservantWhen: backdated to directly after
this thread.
Where: Patrol Headquarters, Arthur's rooms.
Format: action.
What: when I find out, I'll let you know!
Warnings: tba. kissing! romantic drivel!
[ Arthur is long past the point of restless pacing and is now in full brood-out-the-window mode. ]
[ The glass is cool against his forehead as he leans on the sill, breath leaving small puffs of condensation that quickly fade away. With one hand he toys idly with his Forge. The only sign that he is remotely conflicted is the tension in his jaw and back, the way all his peripheral senses strain for the sound of the door. ]