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[The communicator clicks on at an odd angle, like it's just been haphazardly tossed to the ground.  Luckily, you get an artsy view of Arthur's couch, which currently has a fourteen-year-old Arthur dancing on it, all gangly and grunge-chic. He's singing-- or... screaming-- along to some Nirvana and getting his dirty shoes all over the couch.]
 
Grandma take me home, Grandma take me home, Grandma take me hooooome!
 
[And then he sort of stumbles off the couch in a heap, laughing, as the song winds down and the next one comes on.  What's this?  Oh, Arthur's drunk off of... Arthur's liquor collection.  You can see an empty bottle of whiskey rolling around in the background if you're paying attention.  He props himself up on his elbows and reaches out to grab the communicator, bringing it clooose to his face, grinning, giggling a little.]
 
Hey, hey... HEY.  Anyone-- anyone got... some smokes?  I'll traaaaade. [He snorts with laughter, then drops his head down, thinking, and pulls it up again with a little frown.]  Dude.  Hey.  Dude.  Why're there... there so many fuckin' kids here?
 
[BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT A KID, ARTHUR.]
 
I say-- I-- I think... everyone who's like, not a kid? Should come here. [He rolls onto his back, laughing with glorious intoxication, and fumbles around with the communicator, so you're getting some tilty angles and shaky-cam going now.]  We could party.  [He raises his brow, as though he's just noticed that the music's still playing, and he's suddenly VERY EXCITED.] Whooo!  [And with that, he starts singing the next song and finally manages to click the communicator off.]
 
[OOC: Arthur was a terrible kid :c]

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[paradoxlol]

[YOU'RE WELCOME.]

No, seriously, it was! And I'm not a kid; I can take care of myself. [Guess who's going to come crying to you when Perry 'disciplines' him.]

[cauchemal]

[He gets a "what are you, thirteen? fourteen?" look from her. Good grief. She'd known Arthur had been a bit more rough around the edges before she met him, but she had no idea he was such a little pill. She can't leave Angelica just now, unfortunately.]

Arthur. [This is her strained-but-patient face.] You would do well to listen to me. There are people who will try to take advantage of you at the moment, and ... I'm not sure who you can trust. Besides me. [Has Eames been changed? What about—god forbid—the girl, Ariadne? Is there anyone still in adult shape that she can trust Arthur's well-being with?] If you need anything, please promise me you'll tell me. All right?

[paradoxlol]

No one's gonna take advantage of me. [Now he smiles politely, even though his words are still slurring.] I promise I'll come to you if I need anything, ma'am.

[cauchemal]

Good. And if you cannot find me, then— [Think think think. Only one name presents itself and she doesn't know if he's unchanged, but hopefully this whole thing is affecting the wardens only and he isn't:] —look for a man named Costigan. He can help you too.

[paradoxlol]

Okay, ma'am, I'll keep that in mind. [SO INNOCENT DOOP DOOP]