Haunted: Chapter 3
Lewis parked in front of Kingsman Mechanics. Turning to look at the younger male, he noticed that Arthur had shifted a bit. He was now slumped forward, his right arm gripping tightly onto the left. Lewis couldnt see his face, but it was clear the other was out for text night.
Still, he attempted to wake the other. He shook his shoulder, voice calling out to the sleeping partner. Receiving no response, he sighed and unbuckled himself before opening his door and hopping (floating... Whatever he does) out. He closed the door with a soft click before walking around the front to the passenger side door. Opening it, Arthur slumped forward a bit more without the added support of the door. Lewis sighed and gently pushed him back.
Arthur groaned in response to the movement, turning his head away from the ghost's pink illuminatory flaming hair.
Lewis gripped onto Arthur's arm, attempting to gently pry his fingers off of his prosthetic. Arthur let go, swatting at the intruding hand with another sleepy groan of incoherent words that sounded suspiciously like 'leave the pancake screw'.
Confusion displayed itself over Lewis' features before he chuckled to himself and reached out for Arthur's right vest pocket. He unbuttoned it, finding it to be empty. He tried the other, finding a keyring with two keys on it. Scanning them for a moment, he found that one was indeed the key to the shop.
Lewis unbuckled the younger male before taking the fallen blanket off of the floor and wrapping it around his small shivering figure. He then proceeded to place his arms under him and carry him out of the vehicle. Lewis closed the door with his foot before walking toward the front entrance of the building.
Arthur slept soundly in the ghost's arms, his limp form resembling somewhat of a rag doll. Lewis unlocked the door, struggling slightly with carrying the smaller of the two and getting the door to open, but he managed nonetheless. He pushed the door open with his foot, navigating around it carefully to not injure the sleeping Arthur.
The ghost drifted through the hallway, making his way to the smaller figure's room. Once he arrived, he took note of the disorganization and sighed. 'Typical Arthur. He hasn't changed a bit'. He wasn't even certain where the bed was until he saw a stack of blueprints that were starting to fall off of it.
Lewis sat Arthur down gently, leaning him up against the wall and moving to remove papers from the bed so that Arthur could sleep there. He took note of a few papers with messy handwriting scrawled on them as he cleared the area. Once the space was clear, he patted the bed and noticed a dust cloud. It was obvious Arthur had not used this bed in some time, but it would have to do for the moment.
Lewis hauled Arthur up, laying him on the bed. He spotted a dusty orange cover and shook some dust off, draping it over the sleeping man before deciding to turn and leave. Lewis paused, looking back at the smaller of the two and wondering why he still cared when it was because of Arthur that he had died, that he had been impaled back at the cave. He couldn't help but think that he should not feel this way, but it was like a second nature.
