"This is why I never come to England,'' a blonde shakes his head while briskly walking down the empty streets. Rain pounded against him; he should've been prepared for that meeting with Arthur. He did tell him the weather was like this often.
'So make sure to bring an umbrella! You wouldn't want to forget to bring it anywhere.'
'Then why do you never carry one, Kirkland?'
Arthur growled, 'Haven't I told you? Real Gentlemen don't use umbrellas!' He then muttered under his breath, '..Git...'
The taller man chuckled, 'I'm sure a Real Gentleman uses that kind of language.'
Arthur sneered over the phone, 'Just.. Do it!' And hung up.
The man's face held a small smirk, "Making smart remarks towards Arthur just gives me something to do. Besides work, of course."
With a sigh the man continued on into the night, wind howling in his ears. There was an eave that the man could barely make