After a rough task a week earlier, arthur had found practically all his clothes were on their last leg, covered in this and that, or having holes in them. after making the mistake of mentioning it you, he finds himself buying clothes. BUYING. WHY BUY THEM. arthur glowers as he stands beside you, in front of the mirror, watching you put shirts in front of him to see whether or not they match him. “don’t see why we can’t jus’ grab em n’ run,” arthur grumbled, as you shoved a couple of things into his arms for him to try on.