🌿 @eonsister visited the shop !
Hands grip the newspaper tightly, fingers squeezing it and keeping the papers in place. Caramel stare reads carefully, albeit swiftly, across the pages. And as he depicts these stories, he scoffs and groans, lowering the paper and gripping at his spectacles. Fingers push them up before they bounce atop thumb and pointer. The rest of the bony metacarpals rub at the bridge of a rather oblong sniffer.
" Ugh, why are all the stories so shit? The papers never used to be this bad, did they? " Limb falls and eyes peep at the report again, reading the next few sentences. Rolling orbs follow soon after. The paper is shoved back on his lap. It ruffles and they make a rather abysmal sound as it scratches and rubs together. " No one seems to know how to leave their opinions out when it's important. And they make the most interesting stuff seem so boring. "
The rocking chair he sits in begins to sway. Feet kick the ground, rotating up and down to keep him moving. Limb arises again, resting gently on his cheek. Stare now drifts in the distance, looking down the road. Though the street lights paved way to illuminate the various shops, cafes, and local businesses, the town was rather dead. Nobody was around and the chirping of bug pokemon could be heard in the background. The darkness of the thick, night sky coated the situation.
" I could've been a journalist. I wouldn't have to sit here and sell all these herbs. Percy could do it himself, if he had the confidence. " Deep down, Arthur knew. This was nothing but disgusting self-centered desires. What he's doing now is helping his brother. After all, this was their dream. But God does the bloke just wish he could follow his own. " I went to uni for it! Bloody uni! Now look where it's got me. Perfect way to spend your money and time, isn't it, Arthur? "