Arthur plucks his glasses out of the air, missing them on the first go but managing to close his fingers around them the second time. His eyesight is barely worth acknowledging without them. But after brushing them off as best he can and setting them back on his face, the world swims back into focus. At least he won't have to try and search for them. That would have likely ended badly.
"My carpentry tools," he explains, as he pushes himself up off the ground with a grimace. Dog damn it, he's all muddy now. His poor trousers. It's going to take a good hour of scrubbing to get them clean now.
"I was fixing a fence - which is likely just going to get damaged again - and thought I could make it home before the wind turned Biblical again. Turns out I'm not a very good weatherman."
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Arthur plucks his glasses out of the air, missing them on the first go but managing to close his fingers around them the second time. His eyesight is barely worth acknowledging without them. But after brushing them off as best he can and setting them back on his face, the world swims back into focus. At least he won't have to try and search for them. That would have likely ended badly.
"My carpentry tools," he explains, as he pushes himself up off the ground with a grimace. Dog damn it, he's all muddy now. His poor trousers. It's going to take a good hour of scrubbing to get them clean now.
"I was fixing a fence - which is likely just going to get damaged again - and thought I could make it home before the wind turned Biblical again. Turns out I'm not a very good weatherman."