Technically, Arthur wasn't breaking the rules. He wasn't smoking inside the dorm, per say. He had moved his patriotic laptop onto his bed and cleared off his claimed desk and opened the window, where he was now perched, cigarette dangling from his fingertips over the hedges (in desperate need of a trim) that resided outside of the dorms. Really, if he was bored enough, he could light a fire, see how everyone would react. As amusing as that would be, however, he'd mostly get expelled on multiple accounts (smoking in the dorm, murder, arson) and he needed this scholarship for his family.
It was a nice day. Such a pity he didn't appreciate it much. The sun, while it beamed happily to some, only beat harshly on his pale skin. He much preferred the cool, damp weather of London. But, this wasn't London. Here, the sun shined down without a care, showering the world with it's sickening glow. Students were sunbathing on the lawn, uniforms hitched up to catch rays and heat.
Arthur looked away in disgust. Nothing was appealing about scantily clad whores seeking attention. Such as that Frog, he thought with disgust.
The room was unbearably hot (outside was significantly cooler), but Arthur couldn't bring himself to leave the room. Instead, he settled for opening the windows and the door to the adjoining room. He'd been told someone was moving in today. He hoped it would be someone interesting and intelligent. However, he figured it would be some snobby rich boy. With a snort of disgust he took another drag from his cigarette, pulling out his lighter with his free hand, flicking the fire on and off.
It was a nice day. Such a pity he didn't appreciate it much. The sun, while it beamed happily to some, only beat harshly on his pale skin. He much preferred the cool, damp weather of London. But, this wasn't London. Here, the sun shined down without a care, showering the world with it's sickening glow. Students were sunbathing on the lawn, uniforms hitched up to catch rays and heat.
Arthur looked away in disgust. Nothing was appealing about scantily clad whores seeking attention. Such as that Frog, he thought with disgust.
The room was unbearably hot (outside was significantly cooler), but Arthur couldn't bring himself to leave the room. Instead, he settled for opening the windows and the door to the adjoining room. He'd been told someone was moving in today. He hoped it would be someone interesting and intelligent. However, he figured it would be some snobby rich boy. With a snort of disgust he took another drag from his cigarette, pulling out his lighter with his free hand, flicking the fire on and off.