| { Closed for greasemonkeycoward } |
It had been a long and somewhat hard day for Arthur, who had been going up and down all over the place in an attempt to collect materials and try and fix his arm, which as of late had been preforming...well, lackluster to the usual, and it didn't seem to be properly connecting to all of his nerves. It probably needed a little clean-up, but considering how rarely he had to do those he figured he may as well try and add on some modifications. His skills were (hopefully) good enough so that he could fuck up and not end up with a non-functioning piece of metal attached to his arm, but the possibility still scared him.
He'd certainly seen other versions of himself before, for reasons that...none of them knew. Were they drunk? Being mass-cloned? A tear in the fabric of space time? A dream? God having a laugh? Who the hell knew? Well, definently not them, that was one thing that was sure. Things that were definite had been hard to come by recently for Arthur. Maybe he could call one of the doubles up and ask to examine their arm, but that seemed a little risky. I mean, he didn't exactly want to lose any as friends. Or make enemies out of them. That would and could cause massive havock in his life. And everyone elses', to some extent.
It wasn't often he was home, but for now he was, a stop before the crew yet again set out for another long adventure. Walking into the house he had finally managed to purchase himself, (more like a toy dollhouse, really. It was only made up of 3 rooms and a small garage.), he trudged in to find a stranger in his home. Who looked like him, except a little...well, he had more of a mature vibe coming from him?
Eff.
❝Uh...dude...you walk into the wrong crib 'r somethin'...?❞