Arthur had found himself in the woods wandering along. He was lost in thought, and he liked to walk in the woods whenever he was thinking about things. The scenery relaxed him. The sound of distant animals, the smell of pine and mud, it was familiar to him. There was just a part of him that… craved the peace that the forest brought.
But today he’d gotten a little too lost in thought, and wandered deeper into the woods than he normally did. Upon realizing that he was unfamiliar with this part of the woods, his curiosity was peeked. Instead of doing the smart thing and turning around, to head back, he curiously adventured further.
His curiosity turned to dread, however, when he started noticing the various streaks and stains of blood. His footsteps slowed, brows furrowing at the sight. What could have…?
Hearing a voice, and watching as a pocket knife is thrown harmlessly to the ground beside him, he blinks, looking up. He sees a flash of white behind a tree that seemed coated in blood, and Arthur felt his own eyes widen. Whoever this was, was likely the one behind this bloodshed.
… Or could be the one injured?
Carefully, he stepped forward. Stupid, he could practically hear Vivi and Lewis scolding him. He should have ran. But he wanted to know who was here.
“ … Hello …? Um… Are you … Okay? ”
✿ Okay Shiromori, assess the threat - that voice, and the orange... she recognized them. Her head peeks further around the tree, likely giving Arthur all the information he needs to know he’s probably not safe here - even just the bonsai atop her head is a dead giveaway.
Those eyes seem to glare at him for a moment, but she’s just figuring out if he’d be able to hurt her at all - he possessed a metal arm for some reason, but he was no spirit, nor a warrior - he was the very face of cowardice, if her brief few interactions had meant anything.
Which means she can use him.
“Obviously not. I don’t know if you saw what your friend did to me, but... I imagine having your heart knocked out of your body is a universally uncomfortable experience.”
Stepping around the tree, Shiromori stumbles, having to lean against the tree to keep herself upright. Growing an entirely new body is hell.
Even if he didn’t see, it’s clear something happened - she’s in baggy, blood soaked clothes, her hair’s a mess, and she looks like she just woke up with a hangover.
... Her makeup is still on-point somehow, though.