would be willing to spend some time with you, if you like...

would be completely thrilled!

set some free time aside, then. Is there anywhere in particuarily you want to go?

"Hmm... I dunno. Where do you grownups hang out?"

pauses for a minute, thinking. "...bars and clubs, usually. I think you're a bit too young for that, though...how about the library?"

"Okay."

walks off in the direction of the library. "So...what sorts of books do you like?"

"Artsy stuff usually suits my taste..."

"Ah, I see...so perhaps a drawing book, then?"

Nods.

goes into the library, immediantly heading towards the children's section. "We'll see what we can find, then."

Stops, glaring at Arthur. "Children's books? What do you take me for?"

blinks, giving her a slightly confused look. "Well...for one, you are a child, aren't you...? Secondly, this is usually where they keep

the art books."

"I'm not a child... I'm a young adult!"

awkwardly clears his throat. "...if you say so."

crosses arms stubbornly, but follows Arthur nonetheless.

goes over to the section labeled 'colouring books', stopping in front of one of the shelves. "Let's see, now..."

glances over the books skeptically.

looks down at her. "Erm...well? What do you think?"

picks up a book about beauty through the ages and promptly bursts into tears.

's eyes widen, immediantly bending down to be eye-level with you, looking concerned. "O-Oi, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

launches herself into Arthur's arms. "I'm s-so ugly!"

now looks genuinely confused, awkwardly patting you on the back and petting your hair. "T-There, there, it's alright....now, what are you

going on about? You're not ugly, by any means..."

"Everyone m-makes f-fun of my eyebrows..."

suddenly feels extremely sympathetic. "Come now...there's nothing wrong with your eyebrows..."

to believe him, but has been teased so often it is difficult.

you an encouraging smile, patting you on the head. "Listen closely, now...the only reason people make fun of you because of that, and I do

mean the only, is because they're jealous of all the other wonderful qualities you posses."

wipes her eyes. "Th-thanks..."

nods, standing back up. "Alright, then...do you think ice creme would help fix that frown?"

smiles and nods. "Yes, as a matter of fact... ice cream seems to fix most things.."

lets out a quiet chuckle, taking her hand and walking towards the exit. "Ice creme it is, then."

"Thanks... you're a real mate."

hums softly to himself, holding the door open for her. "It's no trouble, miss."