Regardless of his foul mood, Arthur managed to blush and even scowl at the younger male for having the audacity of calling him cute. For the record, he was nowhere near cute. Death is not cute. He wanted to nag at the other for it but didn’t have the energy left to do so instead, Arthur reluctantly accepted the pat on the pat on the head and leaned into the other. “
“Rough night.” Arthur spoke after a few moments of calming silence. “Death comes for everyone and everyone should know that by now but... Why are they so scared? Most importantly... Why are they so scared of me? I know my crying is ungodly but I’m only doing what I’ve been told to do... I don’t get why they fight back. If anything, Death is much more welcoming than spending moments wasted for no reason.” He vented out as he pulled his legs to his chest and laid his chin on his knees much like an upset animal. “I don’t understand. I’m only doing this for them...”