The Secrets Hidden in his Journal

First Glance

Date: ◼️/◼️
DGSS Operations Division, Special Operations Command
Undercover Agent: ◼️◼️ ◼️◼️
Cloudy. Sun Setting. No Moon Visible .

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The very first glance Arthur cast upon the lone clone in the lab, a sharp feeling grew inside him. It was a feeling that he wasn't able to explain at the time, but the sensation was something that he knew that he was going to be stuck with. It was a very swift decision... but Arthur knew that he was going to take that man home with him.

The first thing Arthur did, was give the clone a name: Paul... Paul Verlaine. The name was his old name... the one he had before becoming a spy for the government. Everyone he knew believed he was dead, so the best thing to do was give the useless name a meaning. It was probably the easiest task Paul has ever given to him. The action was simple, but it held a lot of meaning behind it. It would help him with a sense of grasping his humanity. It was the first step to helping Paul feel human.

The second thing he did was give Paul a home. Well, it wasn't exactly 'home' just yet. The two just arrived to Arthur's current hotel room, which they would need to leave early the following morning. Then, he would be able to give Paul a place to call home.

The coat Arthur had given him was now thrown to the carpeted floor, only due to the fact that Paul didn't have the concept of manners just yet. It's a good thing that Arthur was a patient man, because anyone else wouldn't tolerate such behavior. He exhaled in a deep sigh as he bent down to pick the coat up. While standing back up, he carefully folded the coat and neatly draped it across the back of a chair.

Verlaine moved to explore the room some more, and the first place he walked over to was the window. His pale blue eyes stare out at the lively and vivid world. However, that didn't last long due to how sensitive his eyes were. Verlaine peeled his eyes away from the bright world and locked them onto the mysterious man who rescued him.

Meanwhile, Arthur was kicking off his winter boots and placing them neatly besides the chair, now moving to reach behind him to untie his corset strings. It wasn't easy to remove alone, but he's managed to deal with it this far. He can feel the pair of eyes on him, but he chooses to ignore them. Once the strings are untied, Arthur slips the accessory off and places it on the round table next to the chair. He removes his earmuffs and carefully takes off his gloves, neatly placing them next to his corset. The room was far from cold, as well as the outside world, but to Arthur, every season is just as cold. Winters were the worst for him, but he couldn't seem to get warm no matter the weather.

Verlaine was watching in curiosity as the man named Rimbaud carefully untied the strings of the corset with his slim fingers. "Why are you undressing?" He finally brings himself to ask. It was a genuine question coming from him, because he saw no need for the action. Rimbaud looks rather nice with his attire, especially since he's given him his coat. The corset made his figure look very pretty, and the fuzzy earmuffs complimented his hair.

The question didn't surprise Arthur as much as it should. It was quite obvious that Paul didn't know much about human decency, or about the outside world. Arthur was expecting to answer many ridiculous questions in the near future, so he better prepare himself now while he has the chance. He figures that there will be plenty of embarrassing scenarios that will be occurring in only a matter of days. "I want to be more comfortable."

His answer was simple, and it was honest. Arthur had his hotel room set up to be much more warmer, so he had no need for the tedious layers of clothing in here. However, when going out he would put them all back on. The outside world is a much colder place for his cold blooded nature. He's sure he has tried everything to keep him warm, but nothing is to avail.