Looking for the Wart

[unhappysteward]

Kay hasn't seen Arthur in awhile, and though he reminds himself that the boy had a habit of wandering off, he's finally gotten worried enough to actually go looking for him. You'd think he'd make enough noise he'd be hard to lose, at his age

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[andfutureking]

The Wart is, perhaps, odd for his age in that, between one thing and another, he has learned to be a very quiet boy. But beyond that, when Kay finds him (doubtless wandering wherever the snow is still most plentiful), he looks as if he has been getting up to all the things any normal boy of his age would if he had no parents or governesses or tutors about. Namely, tearing his clothes, scraping his knees, not washing his hands or his face, and generally having a grand old time of doing absolutely no work at all.

[unhappysteward]

He snorts, and comments, "I give up. How did you manage to get that dirty in snow?"

[andfutureking]

"There's dirt underneath," he says solemnly.

[unhappysteward]

"...so there is." Facepalm, says Sir Kay. "At least you seem to be in one piece."

[andfutureking]

He nods. "Yes. So are you," he adds, because he feels like he ought to say something.

[unhappysteward]

"True enough. Well spotted."

[andfutureking]

He grins a little. "Did you need something done?" he asks.

[unhappysteward]

He arches an eyebrow. "Did you need something to do?"

[andfutureking]

"No!" he says instantly.

[unhappysteward]

He chuckles. "Well, that hasn't changed..."

[andfutureking]

"I just though maybe-- I mean, I figured that was why you came to find me."

[unhappysteward]

He snorts. "Think, boy. If it'd gone more than a week and Ector hadn't seen you, you think he might have come looking too?"

[andfutureking]

"Oh... yes, I suppose so."

[unhappysteward]

He scowls a bit. "Head full of wool. Have you been eating?"

[andfutureking]

"Uh-huh."

[unhappysteward]

"Pestering people?"