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// late, but please?  Also for Abbie?

Arthur frowned as he was checked over, shrugging slightly. “I saw something and wanted to look at it.. cars never drive through here so I thought it was fine, I didn’t see him.”
            
            
            ( imagine arthur *casually tries to get hit by a car*) @wineglasses-

( ack sorry don’t mind me. i get emo about this silly app sometimes. i’m up way past my bedtime ) @wineglasses-

@prodigalsons-    /     aww ): love Arthur fr he deserves more love smh

( washed up at 18 womp womp how do you people get so much love here lmao )

Arthur grew a small grin as he placed the packet back down on the cart, rolling the wheels gently while he waited for Hannibal to come back. “Thank you for letting me come with you today.”
            
            
            @wineglasses-

@prodigalsons-
            
            he gave a blank stare — clearly not amused. " .. I am going to step away from the cart to grab something. if a few items manage to be added by the time I come back .. well I suppose they'll be left." he gave a small smile before turning on his heel and walking a bit of a ways away.

“But… they’re the thin ones.” He held up the package. “Like, they’re for people on diets. They’re not even as good as the normal ones dad used to get me. They’re healthier.”
            
            
            @wineglasses-

@prodigalsons- 
            "I thought you might... enjoy some new clothes."

( so do i tbh )
            
            “Oh gosh… that’s a lot.” He looked between the bed and Margot a few times. “I really didn’t need new ones… thank you.”
            
            @-MurderWives

@prodigalsons- \\
            
            / !! give give

⠀⠀⌁  ·  pause :   he  put   us   on   hold   but  gimme !       lol

// On Abigail’s please?

“I don’t wanna have a chaperone just to go outside the yard… I never did anything wrong, I don’t understand why I’m not allowed to be normal..” He sighed and relaxed his hands, looking to the floor. “I’m not a crazy person.”
            
            
            @wineglasses-

@prodgalsons-
            
            "I never claimed to be your father. I do not wish to take a position you do not want me to. as for that .. you do prove to lack care of your own well-being. though you are right .. friends would be beneficial. maybe you could go out with abigail? and potentially meet someone .. " he moved forward , slowly so he knew he was coming. gently taking ahold of his hands to cease the scratching. "none of that. school is out of the question .. for now. but I will permit you to venture outside of the perimeter if you so choose to. preferably accompan by someone the first few times .. as for your mother. I apologize that I cannot do anything to properly console you. perhaps we could visit her grave?"

“You’re not my dad..” Arthur muttered and moved out of the way, tensing to avoid their arms touching. “You’re treating me like I can’t even take care of myself.. I’m not a little kid. I can handle having a phone and going to actual school. I should have friends but you don’t let me..” Arthur kept a frown and moved to sit down by the door, scratching his neck and arms. “Every other kid my age goes to school and has friends and go on dates and I have to live far away from everybody… I don’t even have a mom anymore.”
            
            
            @wineglasses-