[ He doesn't get any messages for a while and figures the conversation is fairly well over with.
What he doesn't expect (and probably should've) is another text coming through telling him to look up. Sighing, he composes a smart ass reply, even as he moves towards the window. ]
Have you turned into the ceiling?
[ Arthur opens his window, sticks his head out and cranes to see anything that would give his conversation partner away. Oh. Feet. Alright then.
A few minutes later, he's joined the idiot on the roof by means of some stacked boxes and parkour. ]
why do you twins like to be on rooftops, what are you, santas reindeer
What he doesn't expect (and probably should've) is another text coming through telling him to look up. Sighing, he composes a smart ass reply, even as he moves towards the window. ]
Have you turned into the ceiling?
[ Arthur opens his window, sticks his head out and cranes to see anything that would give his conversation partner away. Oh. Feet. Alright then.
A few minutes later, he's joined the idiot on the roof by means of some stacked boxes and parkour. ]
There's a front door, you know.