[ arthur is trying not to look uncomfortable, but somehow that's just accentuating the obvious clash of culture. to say this isn't his scene would be an understatement. the fancy tea cups, the cookies...he stays away, eyeing it like it might just jump him if he gets too close. you might catch him talking to himself: ]

"Splendiferous"...yeah, sure.

[ to be fair, it's not just the tea cups or the splendor or the food he's never contemplated before. it's this whole situation. falling down the rabbit hole like the main character of a book, this snowing-yet-humid nonsense. it's been a day. and it isn't even afternoon yet. ]

Damnit, that's my --

[ arthur heads off after a thief, cursing himself and the thief besides for not paying enough attention to watch his things. a rookie mistake, just as much an idiot as the people he usually robs. he's sure he's about to catch the person when he turns a corner and ends up barreling straight into you, the room and scenery completely different than what he was expecting. ]

Oh, uh, begging your pardon. You see, I was just --

[ he looks around, but now there's no way he's going to catch the thief. that pocket watch had cost him seven whole dollars, damnit. ]

There's a lot of little bubbles on this nonsense watch. Everytime I think I have them, they just come back again, and there's more messages of people talking about this and that. I don't mean to be cluttering up your watches, but I do have a request. Something was taken from me earlier. Do you have any idea where these thieving servants get up to when they're done harassing us? I'd like to give them a piece of my mind. Thank you in advance. -A.