King of All England {Arthur}
Jan 31, 2012 22:37:28 GMT -5
Post by arthur on Jan 31, 2012 22:37:28 GMT -5
Arthur would've never mooched off someone else, no matter his own situation. It just wasn't right, he thought. Though they weren't awful...well, completely awful, Ector and Kay did it every now and then. And as everyone in Arthur's England knew, he didn't really want anything to do with his foster father or brother if he could help it – not until they bettered themselves, anyway.
Julie seemed amazed by the coin the boy held up. She stared at it for a few moments, unable to help think it was fake, but upon closer inspection, it was obvious that it wasn't. Arthur took the jerkin in hand and he, Basil, and Toby walked up to the counter. The Briton placed the garment upon it and Julie, who'd walked behind to work the register, took the coin from his hand and rung it up.
Basil commented on the boy's generosity, to which Arthur replied ”Thank you very much, sir,” with a bright smile on his innocent face. The clerk began counting out change, and the three customers had to wait as she placed dollar after dollar in Arthur's hand. Again, he was unfamiliar with American currency, but as much as Julie was giving him, he was sure it must have been quite a sum. It took several minutes before she was done, and in the end, Arthur had a tall stack of dollar bills in his hand. Where on Earth was he going to put it all? It'd certainly not fit in his purse, and he didn't have any pockets or anything of the like. He supposed he might just have to walk around with it until he could remedy the situation.
With the jerkin now purchased, the trio was ready to leave. But where would Arthur change into the garment? He didn't see anywhere immediately, and he certainly couldn't do so in the middle of the store. The mouse suggested he try on the jerkin in a dressing room in the back of the shop. Basil also continued to offer his service and loyalty to the King. ”Oh, I will, sir! Thank you,” Arthur said.
The boy quickly hurried across the small shop and went into the dressing room. He slipped the jerkin on, then fastened it up. It wasn't much, but it'd cover the slit in the back of his tunic. He supposed that was an advantage. Arthur ran back to the counter, his movements ever gangly and awkward. ”How does it look, sir,” he asked Basil. The jerkin luckily fit him, and while he'd not new clothes to accompany the garment, his tights and shoes weren't in any particularly bad condition; thus, Arthur supposed it didn't really matter for the moment.
Julie seemed amazed by the coin the boy held up. She stared at it for a few moments, unable to help think it was fake, but upon closer inspection, it was obvious that it wasn't. Arthur took the jerkin in hand and he, Basil, and Toby walked up to the counter. The Briton placed the garment upon it and Julie, who'd walked behind to work the register, took the coin from his hand and rung it up.
Basil commented on the boy's generosity, to which Arthur replied ”Thank you very much, sir,” with a bright smile on his innocent face. The clerk began counting out change, and the three customers had to wait as she placed dollar after dollar in Arthur's hand. Again, he was unfamiliar with American currency, but as much as Julie was giving him, he was sure it must have been quite a sum. It took several minutes before she was done, and in the end, Arthur had a tall stack of dollar bills in his hand. Where on Earth was he going to put it all? It'd certainly not fit in his purse, and he didn't have any pockets or anything of the like. He supposed he might just have to walk around with it until he could remedy the situation.
With the jerkin now purchased, the trio was ready to leave. But where would Arthur change into the garment? He didn't see anywhere immediately, and he certainly couldn't do so in the middle of the store. The mouse suggested he try on the jerkin in a dressing room in the back of the shop. Basil also continued to offer his service and loyalty to the King. ”Oh, I will, sir! Thank you,” Arthur said.
The boy quickly hurried across the small shop and went into the dressing room. He slipped the jerkin on, then fastened it up. It wasn't much, but it'd cover the slit in the back of his tunic. He supposed that was an advantage. Arthur ran back to the counter, his movements ever gangly and awkward. ”How does it look, sir,” he asked Basil. The jerkin luckily fit him, and while he'd not new clothes to accompany the garment, his tights and shoes weren't in any particularly bad condition; thus, Arthur supposed it didn't really matter for the moment.