peeks over the edge of the couch, sharpie in hand and a twinkle in his eyes.

shifted and rolled over onto his side with a yawn.

grins, coming around quietly and kneeling down. He starts to draw a fleur de lis on Arthur's forehead, trying to be gentle so as not to wake him.

would probably punch him when he does figure it out, then he'll question how he got into his house. He always locked his door now.

his methods! He tries to hold back his laughter as he finishes the symbol off, slowly stepping back to admire his handiwork.

shifted in bed again and stretched a bit.

grins, taking out his phone to snap a few pictures before tip toeing towards the door.