#thread: arthur

Art wasn’t that drunk. For once. The rhythm of his feet was fairly smooth as he made his way out the saloon, holding the door so Jillian could follow suit behind him. He caught her gaze and sent a wiggle of his brow her way. “Are we really doing this right now?” Were they really going to the mines to exterminate the red slimes wreaking havoc on the miners? // @dcwdrops

@dcwdrops // Art slouched lazily on the bench north of town, a safe distance from the festivities but just close enough to hear the gleeful music and shouts down below. He didn’t come out to act sullen and sad, but what was a sullen and sad man supposed to do? He did manage, at least, a half-hearted wave when he saw Jillian approach. “Hey, Jill.”

@jupiterdrcps // Art meandered aimlessly through the festival’s booths, but nothing really called out to him. He wasn’t in the mood for games, and he had to save most of his change for crops come spring anyway. His expression brightened slightly, though, when he saw Malia at her booth. “Malia, hey,” he greeted her with a nod. “What’s going on?”

@silvcrlining // The day after his birthday, Art marched into town to bang on Jemma’s door. Then he got there and realized he did not know where she lived. Luckily, on their microscopic little piece of the earth, it wasn’t hard to find someone or someone who knew where that someone was. So it wasn’t long before Art was back to the task at hand, knocking heartily against Jemma’s door and calling inside, “Jemma, open up! It’s me, Art!”

@dcwdrops // “Do you think we should do something with the farm this year?” Art asked Lizzie, a pensive weight in his tone. Surprisingly, he was thinking very hard about this. He didn’t realize how close by spring lurked until he read the bulletin this morning, and for the rest of the day he moved as if through molasses, or perhaps more accurately as if he swam through his heavy thoughts about the farm. He’d been in the valley now for too many months to even count, and he didn’t have anything to show for it. What would his grandfather say?