After a long, boring, awkward hour of your head teacher complaining to Arthur about your behaviour, you both are finally allowed to go. But, you know you won't be making this one out alive. You got in real bad trouble at school, worse than usual. Arthur will be on it. He is going to scold you worse than he has ever before.

"Really? Again? This is your, what, fith time in trouble this week? We are only on Thursday! It's embarrassing, not only for me but for you. You'll look back at your school life and think, well shit, I really fucked up. You're not funny. You're not cool. You look like a.. I dunno.. You just look stupid when you mess around." Arthur scolds you as you both walk out of the school gates.

Arthur has a harsh grip on your wrist to get his point across. To show who's boss. But, Arthur just doesn't get it. You can't help being naughty. It's impossible. Well, in your eyes, it is impossible.

Arthur's body language and vibe screams angry but mostly disappointed. Disappointed in you. Disappointed in your actions to look 'cool' or to 'fit in'. Arthur glares at you with his once kind, deep blue eyes that are now cold and stern. His jaw is tense. He is biting his tongue to not scream at you. He wants to do anything to knock some common sense in you.