Bored, you continuously spun the giant globe in Arthur’s office as said person sat at his desk and worked diligently on some of his paperwork. With a huff, you left the still spinning globe to sit in the chair setting opposite of Arthur. He simply glanced up at you and smiled then returned to his task at hand.
“I’m bored,” you said after a few moments of silence.
"Why don’t you go help Frey and Lest with their farm? I’m sure they could use the extra set of hands,” suggested Arthur.
“I’ve helped them the past five days. I really don’t feel like stepping into another pile of Buffamoo crap.”
Arthur laughed as he shook his head. “Why not help out Bado, then? I’m sure there’s plenty of work to be done at his shop.”
“Nuh-uh. Nooo way. If I start helping my father with his work, he’ll end up disappearing and leave me to finish it all by myself. He does it all the time.”
“That is quite possible,” Arthur replied with a smile.
You noticed Arthur’s attention left you, and you turned in your seat to see what he was looking at. Dylas, looking a bit flustered - from Porcoline’s crazy antics, no doubt - walked through the pathway connecting Porcoline’s diner and Arthur’s study.
“Good morning, Dylas,” Arthur said jovially.
“Hey,” Dylas replied tersely.
You stared at him intently as he ambled through Arthur’s office and out the door, your eyes never leaving him once. Unfortunately, you failed to notice that after Arthur had greeted Dylas, he had turned his attention back to you as you ogled the demon-horse-turned-human.
“It seems you are quite smitten with Dylas,” Arthur said teasingly.
“What?!” you shrieked. You fervently turned to Arthur, your face as red as a tomato. “I am not!”
“Oh?” he asked with feigned shock. “Well, you had me fooled, then.”
“Don’t play these games with me, Arthur. I know you have a crush on Frey.”
The air in Arthur’s study suddenly became a lot denser as the two of you stared each other down. Slowly, he dropped his pen onto his desk and stood to his feet, but you continued to eye him up. There was no way you were losing this battle.
“If you don’t tell Frey, I won’t tell Dylas,” he said calmly.
However, Arthur had no idea your fingers had been crossed behind your back the entire time.