[ Arthur doesn't necessarily consider himself a nosy person. With the increased gang presence, though, and his own run-in with the Bulldogs that now sees him sporting a bruised nose, he is more aware of his surroundings. Which is why he hears the beating, and slows down to investigate.
When his gaze lands on a very familiar figure, his blood turns both cold and hot at once, fury and something not exactly like fear but not far off surges through him. It can't be. He doesn't want to think it could be. But there's no denying the violence, the smell of blood, the laugh that makes his skin crawl.
Of all people from the gang, of all possibilities they brought the rat?
He could walk away. Micah's busy, and the city is big enough that he could avoid the man, at least for a while, even if he's unlucky enough that Micah is a Dominant and would thus be assigned to the same building. He could just walk away. It would be easy.
Only it isn't easy. Some part of him feels responsible, like he has to make sure Micah knows he's here, that there is someone around to watch him.
So he takes a deep breath, pulls out a cigarette, and puts it between his teeth. ]
What's he gonna learn if he's dead?
[ Then, he brings his lighter up to light the cigarette. Acting unbothered, like this hasn't completely ruined the rest of his month. Or year. Or remaining time in the city.
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When his gaze lands on a very familiar figure, his blood turns both cold and hot at once, fury and something not exactly like fear but not far off surges through him. It can't be. He doesn't want to think it could be. But there's no denying the violence, the smell of blood, the laugh that makes his skin crawl.
Of all people from the gang, of all possibilities they brought the rat?
He could walk away. Micah's busy, and the city is big enough that he could avoid the man, at least for a while, even if he's unlucky enough that Micah is a Dominant and would thus be assigned to the same building. He could just walk away. It would be easy.
Only it isn't easy. Some part of him feels responsible, like he has to make sure Micah knows he's here, that there is someone around to watch him.
So he takes a deep breath, pulls out a cigarette, and puts it between his teeth. ]
What's he gonna learn if he's dead?
[ Then, he brings his lighter up to light the cigarette. Acting unbothered, like this hasn't completely ruined the rest of his month. Or year. Or remaining time in the city.
Just the usual. ]