Hmm. Oh! Well hello there, poppet! My name is Arthur kirkland. It is a pleasure to meet you, hehe! Please, sit down and join me for a cup of arsenic tea!
Magic anon: You're a girl for two days. (( Independent rp blog for 2p Arthur! The art work is not mine unless stated other wise. 2p Arthur's design was made by Beek! Please do not take offense to anything he may say or do! Thank you! ))Arthur smiled a little at the other and nodded as he spoke. “I see, I see. Well. As for me, I was looking for… something to hunt. So to speak.” He raised a brow and put a hand on his hip. “May I ask why you’re on the roof, dear? Doesn’t it seem smarter to do your sharpening inside.?”
“What’s wrong with the roof? There ain’t nothing illegal about a guy sharpening shit on his own property.” He winked down at the other, since he’d obviously never owned a place of his own in his entire life. ”Plus out here I can… what do they call it- ‘people watch’. Since I love people so much.”
Arthur rolled his eyes and snickered a bit. “You make me think of a bird, perched up there like that. Now, crawl down and back inside. I’ll met you in the living room.” He laughed a little and wave a wave goodbye before vanishing inside.
-sighs- Well if you want to know, then go ask him. It’s not my place to be spouting off things about him he may not want everyone to know.
Arthur been out, snooping around for things, and people. He had already compiled a list of his newest victims. He was walking by when he heard it. He looked up to find Al sitting on his roof top. He called up the other other. “What in gods name are you doing?”
Flashing the other man a toothy grin, Al held up the knife he’d been sharpening to let the blade catch the fading sunlight. ”Sharpening this, duh. Works a whole hell of a lot better when it’s razor sharp.” Snapping it shut, Al leaned out a little farther to give Arthur a jaunty wave. ”What are you doing, old man?”
Arthur smiled a little at the other and nodded as he spoke. “I see, I see. Well. As for me, I was looking for… something to hunt. So to speak.” He raised a brow and put a hand on his hip. “May I ask why you’re on the roof, dear? Doesn’t it seem smarter to do your sharpening inside.?”
How he ius always so worried about his body. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he has all right to be, but I think it’s fine.
That’s an easy question!
Even though he’s a bit mean, and he never watches what he says. He’s still sweet. In his own little way of course. He’s got all of these little habits that are cute too.
As much as he tries to deny it, he’s handsome as well. He may be a little cold hearted when you first meat him, but he’ll warm up to you.
Al sat on the edge of his roof as he often did, silently watching humans walk by and slowly sliding the edge of his knife along a whetstone. The sounds of the city seemed so insignificant next to the sharp scrape of metal against stone, and he much preferred the grating sound to the endless chatter filtering up from the side walk below.
Scrape… scrape…
Arthur been out, snooping around for things, and people. He had already compiled a list of his newest victims. He was walking by when he heard it. He looked up to find Al sitting on his roof top. He called up the other other. “What in gods name are you doing?”
Go away. Shoo spam anon.
/is shuffling around his house in his bathrobe, only to walk over to the freezer and plop his head down/
*has been haunting the place on and off since he’d wandered in and found Arthur in bed yesterday*
*leans against the open door of the kitchen and watches him* …Still feeling sick, huh.
-groans- Is this what death feels like?
