A loud knocking suddenly rang through the large Tudor house, not stopping for a moment.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" a very irritable man yelled as he stomped to the door. He checked his watch as he went and swore at the time, tightening the robe he wore over his boxers, and ready to murder whoever was creating the ruckus. "What?!" he demanded, yanking the old door open roughly and glaring menacingly at whoever was on his doorstep. "It's two in the morning!"
"A-Ah…A-Arthur…" the man said nervously, fidgeting back and forth on the porch. "I can see that you are not a morning person, h-huh?" He tried to laugh but the younger man's face did not change. Taking a deep breath, the man calmed himself down with difficulty. "I need to talk to you. It's important. Can I come in?"
Glaring for a moment longer, the owner of the home sighed before moving out of the way.
"Fine. But this better be quick." Nodding to something, he growled, "That thing may look like a decoration but it's fully loaded so don't tempt me." Turning his head, the older man spotted an antique gun on the wall, easily within reach of the short blond man.
Starting to get nervous again, the visitor remembered why he was here and swallowed the lump in his throat, stepping determinedly into the house.
AN: So we have a midnight visitor to Arthur...who could it be? And what do they want?
Find out next time, hopefully coming soon!
