The clothes continue to drop: first button-down, then undershirt. Congratulations, Crichton! You have unlocked one (1) shirtless Arthur. Enjoy.
Life on the Serena Eterna has, ironically, been an upgrade for Arthur in several ways. One of the most obvious is access to free, unlimited food, of a quality and variety that he never saw during the Depression. He may have arrived on the ship looking like he'd had nothing but liquids for a month, but now there's meat on his bones, and if he could look in a mirror he'd see a silhouette more like the one he sported back in England than the one from the latter days of America.
He shivers slightly, cold without his layers.
"Not a bad idea," he's saying, as he undresses. There's a romantic note to his voice. "I think I could stand that. A few roaring logs on the fire; the wind howling and rattling outside to make it seem even warmer and cosier within... mulled wine, and nobody but the two of us about..."
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Life on the Serena Eterna has, ironically, been an upgrade for Arthur in several ways. One of the most obvious is access to free, unlimited food, of a quality and variety that he never saw during the Depression. He may have arrived on the ship looking like he'd had nothing but liquids for a month, but now there's meat on his bones, and if he could look in a mirror he'd see a silhouette more like the one he sported back in England than the one from the latter days of America.
He shivers slightly, cold without his layers.
"Not a bad idea," he's saying, as he undresses. There's a romantic note to his voice. "I think I could stand that. A few roaring logs on the fire; the wind howling and rattling outside to make it seem even warmer and cosier within... mulled wine, and nobody but the two of us about..."