OPEN | prompt seven | ARTHUR

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prompt seven | A R T H U R prompt style. start your own thread. leave an image, a quote, anything. receive arthur. open to pre-canon, au, crossover, whatever you can come up with.

 

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[Zeke is late. He knows because he makes a point of these things - late, messy, loud, troubling. They'd been important to getting him through high school the way he wanted, middle finger raised to authority and every adult figure that tried to act responsible with him. A waste of potential, a waste of intellect, but not many seniors could claim to have a drug lab in their shed and a guy had to have his pride.

It's why he's here. Maybe his careers advisor didn't have anything to give him, but below board, he had a whole range of choices to pick from. Hack drugs, fake IDs - he could do bigger, do better. And dreams, well. That was interesting. It was baby steps, he knew, and maybe that should mean not messing with the guy he was due to be meeting. But Zeke still had that pesky issue with authority, and this guy - with his well-cut jacket and his shiny shoes - seems like an easy target.

Three minutes and counting, and that's the point when Zeke's phone goes off - vibrate only, buzzing in his pocket. He takes a moment to check the message itself before he tucks it back in his pocket, kicking his board down and coasting down the concrete curve.]

Took you three minutes, man. [He kicks his board back up, wheels caught in one hand, shoulders hunching down slightly as he smiles.] Thought you'd be a one minute guy.