Arthur Nightingale’s known for being a tough and rather broody person, not exactly one who’s the most keen on opening up. Prone to staying quiet most times due to thinking and is mainly reserved, always keeping to himself — yet he constantly itches for a fight despite many of the things that go on in his own personal life. There, while maintaining his position near the front of the mall, almost like a look-out for any potential dangers that may wander too close — he was a little distracted by his thoughts once again.

Lifting his head slightly once he noticed the Drifter beginning to approach him, having heard their boots’ quiet clicks against the marble ground. Shifting his silver-eyed gaze away from them for a bit, Arthur let out a sigh through his nose before raising a brow with an inquisitive look plastering on his face.

After a few seconds, he spoke quietly, “You need something?”