Feline Conversations (OPEN)

With some help from Phoebe, Arthur had come to the conclusion that he was trapped here. There was still a piece of him that didn’t believe it, a piece of him that truly believed this was just a test, a way to push his faith and skills to the very edge, making sure he hadn’t gone soft in his time as a king. There had to be a way back home, there just had to be. He had left his circlet at home that day, left his regal clothing tucked away for another time, the only exception being his cape. It was cold outside, so his cape was a means to an end. He felt almost guilty for wearing it outside of his homeland, like he was betraying his people. Then again, it was also a way to stay connected. He didn’t claim to be king here, which was why his circlet was left in his new residence, but his cape… He couldn’t bring himself to part with that just yet. The night passed uneventfully, and he had taken the next day to start getting used to the place around him. In the meantime, though, Arthur decided he could really use a fucking drink. According to a few people, the bar in the temple was the best place to go, so he entered with not-so-silent steps. He saw a man with…a bobcat? ”Peculiar preference of company,” he said, giving a half smile if the other man looked at him. He joined him, sitting down and hesitantly nodding to the man, offering his hand in greeting with a warm smile. ”I’m Arthur.” arthur The Once and Future King