Set with elbows against the barrier of the roof, Arthurin was craving a cigarette, stressed from the work and all the idiots he was surrounded by day by day. He dug a hand into his coat pocket while his ascot danced in the wind. He was thankful the day was cloudy, meant he could avoid taking the parasol. He shuffled, looking for his cigarette case but no idea where the hell it was. He must've forgot to bring it from his dorm..