[Arthur's trying to look completely dignified as he sits on one of the washing machines, keeping it in place as it rattles. There's a perfectly rational reason for this, of course: he threw all of his bedding into the washing machine, in a sort of symbolic strike against the previous flood, and although it all fit in there (barely), the machine seemed to think otherwise and began to violently rock from side to side. Now, it's more or less quelled, and Arthur's playing it casual, keeping his eyes on the communicator as he's scrolling through entries. At the sound of another person entering, he looks up quickly. But for a brief stare, he doesn't seem to acknowledge Narvin's presence as lowers his head to look at the communicator again.
Or, at least, that's what it looks like... except he's actually keeping his eyes on the other warden, as though he's expecting something terrible to happen. His entire body tenses, like he's poised to escape, but much like Narvin, he knows that running away would mean acknowledging the entire mess. So, he eventually pulls his eyes down to the communicator for real. Moments of silence pass. And then Arthur clears his throat.
And then he furrows his brow and scowls at the screen, as though it offended him.
Why did he have to go and break the blessed silence like that?]
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Or, at least, that's what it looks like... except he's actually keeping his eyes on the other warden, as though he's expecting something terrible to happen. His entire body tenses, like he's poised to escape, but much like Narvin, he knows that running away would mean acknowledging the entire mess. So, he eventually pulls his eyes down to the communicator for real. Moments of silence pass. And then Arthur clears his throat.
And then he furrows his brow and scowls at the screen, as though it offended him.
Why did he have to go and break the blessed silence like that?]