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[abigqueen]

(In some corner of some room in the Mansion, ARTHUR has found a comfortably worn recliner. It's large, large enough for two, and just beside a window that's been opened a few centimeters. He's looking out, looking up, into the night sky. The constellations are unrecognisable or vague, but they're stars and that's enough.)Stars. You can't see

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[somany_stars]

*Perry comes in a moment later with The Devil and Daniel Webster, and wearing three shirts overtop of each other. he turns on a light and sits in the armchair below it, so comfortable with Arthur's presence that he doesn't appear to notice him*

[abigqueen]

*but Arthur notices the change in the light level and so he looks up, not overly surprised at seeing who it is. he lays his paper down in his lap and just watches; sometimes he really is just completely content to look at Perry, especially when Perry is comfortable, when he is relaxed*

[somany_stars]

*he's halfway through the story (it's quite short), and after a little while he tucks his feet up underneath him and snuggles deeper into the armchair, with a small, slightly cynical but very amused laugh, as though he's read something that is funny because it's so true to human nature*

[abigqueen]

*and Arthur's very quiet, with a very quiet, honest, loving smile that spreads across his entire face and crinkles around his eyes-- and he doesn't feel guilty about seeing something he shouldn't see, because this, this is his*