[ Honestly this whole thing had been a sharp change of pace from his actual life- which really, was saying something for the Atlantean. Still there was something almost normal about watching everyone play in the snow- flinging snowballs at one another or making snowmen with rather bold and somewhat lewd features.
While he doesn't really need it, Arthur was just wearing a big furlined coat as he rested against the wall, just chuckling as he felt a snowball fly past his head. It's a quick and easy choice as the hero moves forward with surprising grace for a man of his size to curl a hand into some snow from the ground and just hurl it back to one of the fighters of that mini-war going on before him. The snowball flew through the air and smacked someone into the back of the head.
That's like, ten points, right? Arthur's hearty chuckle just rang out in the air- free and genuinely happy. Even now, even in a strange city. He could find a little slice of happiness for himself.]
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[ Arthur all but towers over most people as they mill around the various stalls, his long hair falling down his shoulders as he eyed the various cute soaps and candles and finely crafted artwork jewelry.
His fingers reach down to brush over a few of them as he admires them with a warm smile and a few easy compliments here and there about various little pieces of handmade work. While he doesn't actually buy anything, he mostly just enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by noise and happiness like this- god knows he'd always enjoyed the crowds of small towns and while this wasn't *quite* that, it almost replicated that feeling.
The king finally stops at the hot chocolate stand to give into that particular craving, handing over a few dollars for the rather hot, enjoyable drink, his shoulders brushing against the person next to him as he finally lowers that drink to blow on the top of it before takes a little few sips of it. That warmth spreading through him in the most delightful way- even leaving him licking his lips for a few moments as he glanced over at the person he'd bumped.]
You should try one- honestly, put a little whiskey in this and it'd be the perfect drink.
[There are a few more moments before that rush actually hits him- that...need filling every inch of his being.]
Actually-- [ He was really going to offer himself to a total stranger, huh?]
Netweork
UN: Kingofthetide
How is this for the short version? Arthur Curry. Atlantean. King. Kinda pissed off to be here. Kinda rocking being here. Kinda blaming Bruce Wayne for being here.
You know the drill by now gathering by the mound of a thousand other messages like this.
If you know my face. Let me know. If you wanna buy me a beer. I'd be into it.
Arthur Curry | DCEU | dominant
[ Honestly this whole thing had been a sharp change of pace from his actual life- which really, was saying something for the Atlantean. Still there was something almost normal about watching everyone play in the snow- flinging snowballs at one another or making snowmen with rather bold and somewhat lewd features.
While he doesn't really need it, Arthur was just wearing a big furlined coat as he rested against the wall, just chuckling as he felt a snowball fly past his head. It's a quick and easy choice as the hero moves forward with surprising grace for a man of his size to curl a hand into some snow from the ground and just hurl it back to one of the fighters of that mini-war going on before him. The snowball flew through the air and smacked someone into the back of the head.
That's like, ten points, right? Arthur's hearty chuckle just rang out in the air- free and genuinely happy. Even now, even in a strange city. He could find a little slice of happiness for himself.]
« « « SURPRISES FOR SALE
[ Arthur all but towers over most people as they mill around the various stalls, his long hair falling down his shoulders as he eyed the various cute soaps and candles and finely crafted artwork jewelry.
His fingers reach down to brush over a few of them as he admires them with a warm smile and a few easy compliments here and there about various little pieces of handmade work. While he doesn't actually buy anything, he mostly just enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by noise and happiness like this- god knows he'd always enjoyed the crowds of small towns and while this wasn't *quite* that, it almost replicated that feeling.
The king finally stops at the hot chocolate stand to give into that particular craving, handing over a few dollars for the rather hot, enjoyable drink, his shoulders brushing against the person next to him as he finally lowers that drink to blow on the top of it before takes a little few sips of it. That warmth spreading through him in the most delightful way- even leaving him licking his lips for a few moments as he glanced over at the person he'd bumped.]
You should try one- honestly, put a little whiskey in this and it'd be the perfect drink.
[There are a few more moments before that rush actually hits him- that...need filling every inch of his being.]
Actually-- [ He was really going to offer himself to a total stranger, huh?]
Netweork
UN: Kingofthetide
How is this for the short version? Arthur Curry. Atlantean. King. Kinda pissed off to be here. Kinda rocking being here. Kinda blaming Bruce Wayne for being here.
You know the drill by now gathering by the mound of a thousand other messages like this.
If you know my face. Let me know. If you wanna buy me a beer. I'd be into it.