Arthur glances at himself in the mirror, an uncertain look crossing over his now clean shaven face. He felt too bulky— too overgrown for a neat, fancy suit like this.

“I ain’t so sure I’m the best person for this,” he expresses, a down-turned tilt to his lips as he looks back at you.

He brings his hands up, adjusting his silk blue bandana.

“Well, I suppose you’re the boss here. What d’you think?”