When Malinda left, she nearly set 2 Kirk Street on fire.
"That woman is terrifying!"
Arthur clicked his tongue after dodging her parting kick to his groin, then turned and scooped up his cat.
"Hehehe, little kitty.
Daddy will tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a mountain, and on that mountain was a temple. In that temple, an old father told his little kitty a story about how the women down below were tigers!
Hey, women are tigers. Watch out!"
Arthur carried his cat back into 2 Kirk Street.
Only after the door closed did the young Medium sigh inwardly.
Guys, does anyone understand what I'm going through?
Not only do I have to work out my own plans, I also have to keep an eye on my partner's mental state, terrified that one wrong move will bring everything crashing down.
And nobody even understands me!
I've got it so hard!
My little kitty is still the best!
"Pan, you mustn't let your old dad down!"
Arthur held Pendragon and rubbed his face against him.
Pan looked utterly disgusted, pushing Arthur away with his paw pads. When that proved impossible, he swatted him twice, then resigned himself to his miserable feline fate.
Rather than returning to clean up the dining room, Arthur followed his usual routine, adding enough coal to the boiler and adjusting the air valve before returning to the Medium's Hall. He picked up the books he had brought back from Ymir Manor-aside from the sections that interested him, he had only skimmed the rest, nowhere near having read them through.
That fell short of Arthur's expectations.
If close reading wasn't possible, reading them through was the bare minimum.
This was a habit Arthur had retained from his previous life-he treated every valuable book