[He watches his slender fingers press down on the depressor, hears Arthur's lovely voice, and he prepares himself once he's blinked in the sight of the club.
He's slipped into a female form, with long, dark, curled hair and deep brown eyes. Showing up beside Arthur would make it easy to tell, so he situates himself at the bar a few chairs away. None of the patrons interact with him immediately, but soon, an employee carries a note to Arthur -
no subject
He's slipped into a female form, with long, dark, curled hair and deep brown eyes. Showing up beside Arthur would make it easy to tell, so he situates himself at the bar a few chairs away. None of the patrons interact with him immediately, but soon, an employee carries a note to Arthur -
Find me if you can, Arthur. You have one guess.
- And the ball's in Arthur's court.]