+7 People Want To Tell Me Something
Arthur closed his eyes and leaned against the cold metal grating of some sort of vent he had found to hide in, and clutched his leather-bound journal in one hand, and his chest with the other. He had gotten quite a scare when he had misplaced himself nearly an hour ago. It wasn't the usual things that he was afraid of that frightened him, it was actual living things. People. Scary people who weren't too fond of little children.
The boy tried to calm his nerves before he left the place. He knew he shouldn't stay in one area for too long; he had learned that the hard way many times before. He opened his bright blue eyes and muttered a brief prayer under his breath before pushing open the door to the vent. He was crawling out when he noticed that there were feet standing right in front of him. Slowly, his eyes traveled up to the legs, then the torso, then the chest, until he was finally staring up at the person attached to the feet. The child gulped. "Oh," he breathed out. "H-hello."