I didn't mean to...

"..."

"..."

"...okay, I give up. What's with the staring contest, Lucan?"

"Ah'm tryna figure out which of us thought'a this hairstyle, mutton chop, an' goatee combo first." Lucan hums thoughtfully, scratching at his chin. "Cuz' Ah am yer older cousin an' all, Ah jus' wonder if ye've been copyin' meh the whole time?"

"Really Lucan? These are your deep, intensive thoughts?" Arthur deadpans, "My hair just grows this way, I don't have your dad's beard genes. And the hair...dude, we're related, we're bound to have some similarities."

Whisper something in my muse's ear and see how they react!

"My fl-OH!" Lucan jumps as he glances down and realizes that, yes, indeed, his fly was down.