with an exasperated , and slightly impatient , sigh , arthur moves toward the door next to tim , just barely peering out . there's something going on in the streets just past the alley , and he , for once , doesn't want to bother with it , not the least of which stems from the fact he might be recognised if he steps foot out there .
@susponte . ❝ it’s considered impolite not to give your all in a fight . ❞
❝ impolite ?! ❞ whispers arthur harshly , and loudly enough to be heard over the faint din of voice and stomping feet and all the commotion just outside and down the alley . ❝ you know what's considered impolite ? gettin' involved in somethin' you ain't got no business bein' involved in ! like this . we don't know what's goin' on out there , and i don't wanna find out . let them deal with it , and let 'em be . ❞
he steps back . then back again , until his shoulder blade hits the wall , where he stays , reaching up for the bandana around his neck and lifting it up , wiggling it over the curves of his nose and slipping it over the bridge . his gaze rests on tim . ❝ marshal . ❞
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