Arthur walked home from the store looking around at the aperently colorless city plane. His heavy groceries in paper bags in his arms. Scowling he made his way to his London apartment. Being all caught up in his thoughts, he found himself bumping into a (pretty boy) good looking blonde hair, light grey eyes bearded frenchie. The man looked at him. "Please forgive me. I wasn't watching where I was going" His eyesight he can to blur. He looked down and blinked a few times. And he saw something that he had never seen before. He looked up at,the French mans eyes and saw that they had color. The word, blue came to mind. He looked at the mans hair and the word yellow came to mind. The French man looked at him. "So you saw that too?" Arthur looked up at the mans face "how do you know I saw anything you bloody frog? Leave me alone."He started speedwalking back to his house but the French man followed. "Wait! Havent you heard of the legend of colours?"
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