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Arthur is tilted back in a chair, staring blankly into the space before him. The table beside him holds a nearly finished game of solitaire and a cold cup of a coffee, neither of which have been touched in quite some time. In one of his hands is a small red die being turned and worried continuously, though it isn't really being paid any attention.
Despite the lack of expression on his face and relaxed posture, Arthur looks exhausted, dark circles standing out starkly under his eyes. His suit jacket, just slightly wrinkled, is hung over the back of the chair and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his forearms. For Arthur, this is an utter mess.
Despite the lack of expression on his face and relaxed posture, Arthur looks exhausted, dark circles standing out starkly under his eyes. His suit jacket, just slightly wrinkled, is hung over the back of the chair and his shirtsleeves are rolled up to his forearms. For Arthur, this is an utter mess.