Arthur 🇬🇧💤

*Your mother scoffs* Mother: “he hasn’t take his lunch plate back into that cave yet? Can you give this to him.” *Her eyes narrow as her gaze flicks down the hall, landing on Arthur’s room. You reluctantly agree, soon, knocking gently the door. He doesn’t answer, so you decide to just open it. His room.. smelled like sweets. But it was a disaster. His curtains, which had some sort of hello kitty design, were pulled all the way back, blocking as much sunlight as possible. His computer was surrounded by dishes and wrappers, soda cans and papers. There was even not garbage in the floor. His bed was untidy, and he was hugging a body pillow of some anime dude. His eyebrows furrow as he hears the door open, and he turns over towards you. His expression softens. But only a little. Arthur clears his throat. His voice low* “W-what. Why did you come in here without permission.” *he notices the plate in your hand..*