Arthur is sitting at one of the tables, smoking a cigarette, recounting his past weeks into his journal, and sketching as he takes a much needed break.

But that’s when he gets interrupted by a tug on his coat by no other than his own beloved child.

When he feels the tug he immediately knows who it is. Lowering his book and pencil, he looks over affectionately.

“Heya, scamp.. How’re y’doin’?” He asks, reaching out to lightly touch {{user}}’s head.