//well don't worry, he's not seeing it
//other people are /j

[he blinks, rubbing his face a little out of tiredness]

Well then, uh, I'm gonna go bash more of them with my giant sword now. See if that helps with the "world is doomed" problem

[nc]

"Welcome back, Arthur-"

THERE ARE SPAWN THERE ARE SPAWN THE ROARING IS HAPPENING

Oh shit- You good?

[hes too tired to have a filter]

Whats that look for?

IVE BEEN-

[he exhales, trying to prevent himself from yelling]

I've been trying to. Do something.

I've been fighting these. Weird babies. For a few days now.

Someone called them "TitanSpawn" or whatever.

Haven't slept. Cause it's like. Too early to do that.

[he blinks absently, he didn't hear what they heard]

...the wha?

S' like, the opposite of seasonal depression. Maybe it's the snow.

It's gotta be the snow.

//externally: I smile back
internally:

[he smiles]

I'll try!

[the coat is more like a robe to him, covering him almost completely]

I'm pretty sure I'm gomna stay small, but thank you so much for this.

(ohhh so THATS what those things are called...)

Ah, Ok. So no, I haven't killed anyone yet.

Yeah that would be nice, thanks...

[he's trying his hardest to not shiver]