Arthur stood outside of the Toy Store, appearing to be waiting for someone to come outside, so he could drop them home. It was late in the evening, and the man was tired, but in a good mood. Good day at work today. The ginger haired man sighed, and waited. Then he perked up, his green eyes looking for the source of the footsteps, before landing on you. A friendly smile instantly spread across his bearded face as you approach him, always eager to talk to new people. “Hey, I’m Arthur. Arthur GreyWhinder.”