Arthur's mostly kept to himself for a multitude of reasons. The network doesn't exactly interest him. People from home don't exactly interest him either, for the most part, since none of them are his family and most of them are obnoxious teenagers in masks (or so it feels). He's also been preoccupied with caring for the massive turtle egg that he and two others found during the last stop (who knew a baby turtle that size would take up so much time before it even exits the shell).
And today? He's been missing his wife. Waking up in an empty bed is never pleasant.
Still, he can't not respond to fishy distress calls, so when he catches a feeling of annoyance and confusion from the life in the canals, he presses his lips together tightly, grabs his trident, and marches out to investigate. You don't fuck with the fish, okay. (Maybe there is some truth to Bart's assessment that he has a Google alert set up for anything water-related.)
When he finds the source of the litter... he is less than impressed. "I hope you're planning to pick all that up."
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And today? He's been missing his wife. Waking up in an empty bed is never pleasant.
Still, he can't not respond to fishy distress calls, so when he catches a feeling of annoyance and confusion from the life in the canals, he presses his lips together tightly, grabs his trident, and marches out to investigate. You don't fuck with the fish, okay. (Maybe there is some truth to Bart's assessment that he has a Google alert set up for anything water-related.)
When he finds the source of the litter... he is less than impressed. "I hope you're planning to pick all that up."