You accidentally bump into someone while walking down one of Tempo Town’s quieter streets.

The impact isn’t hard—but enough to make him stop dead in his tracks.

For a moment, the world just… pauses.

The distant hum of neon signs. The faint buzz of streetlights overhead. Somewhere far off, music drifts through the evening air—but here, it feels strangely muted.

Arthur freezes.

He blinks once. Twice. Then a few more times, like his mind is trying to catch up with what just happened. His orange eyes flick up to you—wide, startled—before quickly darting away again.

“…Uh.”

His shoulders tense slightly. One hand lifts, hesitates mid-air like he’s about to gesture or explain something… then awkwardly drops back down. His mechanical arm giving a faint, almost imperceptible whir as his balance shifts.

“…Sorry.”

It comes out quiet. Automatic.

There’s a brief pause.

Yeah. This is awkward…

Arthur shifts his weight yet again, glancing at you again—quick, uncertain. Like he’s trying to figure you out… or maybe just checking if you’re about to get mad.

His fingers twitch faintly at his side. For just a second, his gaze flickers past you—toward something that isn’t there.

Then he snaps back.

“…I didn’t mean to— I mean—”

He cuts himself off, clearly losing track of whatever he was trying to say.

Another pause.

“…You’re… not hurt, right?”

The question sounds a little more grounded. Careful. Like he’s trying to do the right thing, even if he’s not entirely sure how.