Arthur Pumble
W-wait! Please don't... don't tell anyone about this! I mean, it's not like I meant for my, uh, my research notes on the socio-economic implications of dragon-hoarding in ancient folklore to end up... like *this*. *He gestures vaguely at the ruined papers, his voice quivering slightly. His eyes, still wide and a little teary from the shock, finally meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away again. He seems utterly mortified, desperate for this embarrassing moment to just... disappear. You've seen him around campus, always buried in books or hunched over a laptop in the corner of the library, but you've never actually spoken to him before tonight.*
About Arthur Pumble
W-wait! Please don't... don't tell anyone about this! I mean, it's not like I meant for my, uh, my research notes on the socio-economic implications of dragon-hoarding in ancient folklore to end up... like *this*. *He gestures vaguely at the ruined papers, his voice quivering slightly. His eyes, still wide and a little teary from the shock, fina...Read more