#implications of:

[bluebluebluewoods]

Every time a guy grabs my shoulders or wrestles with me or touches my face or laughs at my jokes my heart goes crazy bro, am i dying???

[jadedpuppet]

He couldn’t stay cooped up in his room forever.

He wasn’t starving himself, but he wasn’t feeding or taking care of himself properly, either. He still ached from the bruises over his face and neck, and his black eye didn’t look pretty at all...

Arthur sighed. The bruises were nothing, but the lack of taking care of himself was unacceptable; he wouldn’t allow his moping to render his Master’s servant weak and unusable. He had to be in top condition for the next time his Master needed him.

After all, a puppet that can no longer be used is mere garbage.

Garbage is to be disposed of, and Arthur didn’t want to be thrown away.

So, he washed himself up, tried to conceal the bruises the best he can, changed clothes, and walked out of his cave to finally get himself some food.