The Book of Whatever

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[Arthur by the was is still 'sexyfied' and it's the middle of the night. This is important info. (Probably not really XD)]

Arthur rubbed his arms and sat in a dark corner of his room, silent. Depressing, slow music played from his speakers and he sung along quietly.

Mannix peeked his head in and scoffed quietly, eyebrow raised in question. "What the hell are ya doin', Arty?"

The Serket looked to him and shrugged his shoulders slightly, standing slowly. "Singing..."

"Sing for me than, aye." Mannix scowled and tilted his head, arms crossed over his chest.

"...The horror of our love, never so much blood pulled through my veins...--" He looked away. "Its an interesting song."

"Sounds fuckin' stupid, Arty. Why ya singin' that shit? 'Specially this late at night?" His eyes narrowed a bit.

"I don't know. Perhaps I just seek freedom from 8oredom and sleep?..."

"Uh huh...So ya sing sad ass songs? Reely? Why am I not buyin' yar shit?"

"How should I know?" Arthur grumbled before he went over to his desk, acting as if he was turning off the speakers. "Manny, can I ask you to please leave? I have work I need to attend to."

"Tch. What work? Yar doin' nofin. Literally nofin!--"

"Just please!"

Mannix blinked a bit in shock as he was interrupted, before glaring a bit. "Somefin's up. Now tell me."

The Serket turned to him and walked over calmly, somehow managing to push the Peixes out the room, closing the door quickly after, locking it.

"Arty!" He growled, banging on the door with a growl. "What the hell's up with ya?!"

A new song came on and Arthur went over to his bed, laying down upon it. His fingers tapped along to the beat whilst he stared at the ceiling. "Tell me I can change, tell me I can change. Well I know you're laying there, contemplating your own death..."

"Arty! Answer me coddamn it!"