Arthur sat alone in the back of the Disney Café, his head lowered and his eyes closed. There was a frown upon his face, the saddest frown one ever did see. No doubt he was depressed, because his father had left; he'd left without even saying goodbye. Arthur thought he'd found someone who loved him and cared for him, but he began to wonder if such a thing was meant for him.
He continued to stare down at the ground. A waitress noticed how gloomy the boy looked and approached the table. She bent down and asked Arthur what was troubling him. He spoke in a soft and sad voice. "Nothing..." he trailed off. The waitress wasn't so sure, but she patted him lightly on the back and left.
Arthur buried his head in his arms as he rested on the table. With a heavy sigh, all he wanted to do right now was go home.
[[Dude! You're so mean! Kopa told you what he had to say in Changes, didn't he? Waaaahhh! Poor Arthur! Hey wait a minute, are you planning an evil scheme to get me back to rping?!?! You ain't getti'n it! NO! Nu-UH!! Lolz! Still, so sad!]]
(OOC: XD! Nah, I understand why you have to leave. This is just how I imagine Arthur being. Think the scene after he pops off to Sir Ector.)
I know, I know, haha! But I really do wish I could cheer him up... *grins all of a sudden* Lucky for me, I got this! Hehe! *Starts reading her manga* It might make me feel better about all the anime crazed people here in this country I'm in! Oy... I gotta get away from 'em all!
Gadget wandered into the cafe with no real purpose in mind. She wasn't really hungry, only she'd never been in this place before and wanted to check it out.
It seemed like a nice place and all, and she was just about to leave when, above the murmur of voices and clink of dishes, she heard a sigh. A really, really big sigh. Like somebody was about to start crying.
Peering around the nearest table, the little mouse spotted a boy with his head buried in his arms. He was so thin and so alone, her heart just went out to him.
Climbing up onto the table, Gadget stood level with the boy's lowered head. She cleared her throat and began, "Are you okay? Are you sick? Or lost?"
Indeed, Arthur was about to cry. Tears formed in his eyes and began to stream down his face as he sobbed softly. He'd never felt so miserable; not even Ector or Kay could have made him so. People didn't bother to stop and try to comfort or console him, but went on with their day. The boy was a pitiful sight if one ever did see one.
Through his sobs, Arthur heard the patter of tiny feet come towards him. He didn't really care what it was, but then he heard something climb onto the table and, after clearing its throat, speak to him. It was a female's voice, asking him if he was alright. He looked up to see a tiny mouse with long, golden hair. She was dressed in a lavender worksuit. Arthur's eyes were red, and his face was flush. Stray tears fell down his cheeks as he sat up and wiped them away with his arm.
He shook his head. "No, I guess I'm not." he replied in a choking voice. "I'm not sick, though I want to be. And I'm sort of lost, but not really." His answers were a bit confusing. "He left...and he didn't even say goodbye..."
Poor Arthur! He was in so much distress. He continued to sob softly as the mouse spoke to him. She asked him not to cry, and was willing to help him. She wanted him to tell her what happened and who left.
The boy tried to stop crying and managed it to an extent. While tears still fell down his cheeks, he'd stopped crying enough to be able to hold a conversation. Arthur sniffled as the mouse asked him who he was.
His voice was still a choking one as he spoke. "My name's Arthur, but everyone calls me 'Wart.'" he said. He rather disliked his nickname, but he figured he might as well mention it anyway. Merlin still had a tendency to call him that without thinking.
"Thank you for your kindness." Arthur said afterward. "It was my dad who left. I thought...I thought he cared about me, but I guess I was wrong." The boy sighed deeply again. The only people who seemed to care about him were Merlin and Archimedes, and while Arthur thought of them as family, he didn't think of them as parental figures. All he wanted was parents who would love and care for him, something he'd always dreamed of. As of right now, however, the boy guessed he was just unwanted.
Arthur had never had to deal with a situation like this before, and as such, he didn't know how to deal with it. The tears continued to flow down his cheeks, though he'd stopped sobbing at Gadget's request.
She told him she was sure Kopa cared about him, for all fathers did. Arthur sighed. "That's what I thought. But I guess I was wrong." It made him wish his real father were alive. Surely his real father would've loved him and cared for him. He'd loved him enough to smuggle him away to Sir Ector's when he was an infant.
The mouse then added that sometimes, people had to leave, even when you didn't want them to. Arthur didn't want to accept this fact. He still didn't fully understand why Kopa had to leave. He just couldn't believe his father had left him behind.
Gadget picked up a napkin and handed it to the boy, telling him to blow his nose. "Thank you, Ma'am." Arthur said somberly, but kindly, putting the napkin to his nose and blowing softly. He then crumpled it in his hand and held it there as he leaned back against the seat. The mouse introduced herself and asked him if he'd any place to stay or anyone to care for him.
"It's nice to meet you, Ma'am." the boy said. He shook his head to the second and third questions asked of him. "No...I don't. I'm an orphan, you see."
Now that Arthur got hold of himself a little, Gadget felt better. At least she wasn't going to cry.
"Golly, I'm an orphan, too, so I know what that's like."
She thought about it for a minute, then added. "I don't know what to do, exactly," even though that probably wasn't very comforting. "But I bet we'll think better if we have something to eat. What do you say?"
Her smile was hopeful. Maybe she could do this nice boy some good.
The little king didn't really feel better, but it was nice to have someone to talk to. Usually when he felt down, Arthur would confide his feelings in Merlin and/or Archimedes, but he hadn't seen either of them for a while now. His head still hung low as Gadget told him she too was an orphan.
Arthur lifted his head and looked at her. "I'm...I'm sorry to hear that." he said softly. So here was a kindred soul, just like him. This fact lifted his spirits a little. The boy now felt he was talking to someone who could understand his plight, who could relate.
The mouse said she didn't know what they could do exactly to rectify the whole matter, but she suggested they perhaps get something to eat; that might help them feel and think better. Arthur remembered he hadn't eaten for quite a while; in fact, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd eaten anything. He smiled weakly at her. "That would be nice." he replied.
Post by Nani Pelekai on Mar 28, 2009 15:21:28 GMT -5
“Here,” he said sweetly, placing a batch of fresh cookies in front of the child and the mouse, hoping they'd share. Her smile was sheepish, and the two seemed deeply in conversation, in one she had intruded. She evened out the possibly awkward silence with an apologetic look on her face.
"I couldn't help overhearing..." Nani admitted, implying that the treats offered to them were on her. They deserved a break.
"I'm sorry for what happened with your Papa. But, you know, maybe it's for the better." She said, trying to sound optimistic, as she clasped her hands together to emphasize that all was not lost.
Ok, so that was terrible advice. She pressed a hand to her forehead in disbelief, not at them, but herself. Nani wished she could start all over.
"Just ignore me. I barely know what I'm talking about anymore." She explained, chuckling. She noticed Gadget, her grin now a little wider than it was before.
"Hey there, cutie. Gosh, it's been so long." She said.
She realized she didn't quite catch the fair-haired youth's name and slapped herself mentally. "What's your name, handsome?" she asked, like a friend would to another.