I'm NOT in a tree, that'd be undignified...[Open]

[Arthur Kirkland]

Except he just felt so much safer in trees! Even though there were several perfectly good benches he could have been sitting on. Instead, Arthur was perched the tallest tree on the highest branch that would support him.

He was leaning against the trunk, his legs out in front of him, one crossed over the other. Somehow he didn't fall. His tail was laid out along side his legs, the tip lazily wrapped around his ankles. In his hands were a saucer and a teacup, the cup was currently pressed to his pursed lips.

With a contented sigh, he placed the cup back on the saucer and rested it on his thigh. He surveyed his surroundings.

Ah, from here he could see the entire city, and hear the wind rustling through the trees around him. He felt so safe up in the tree, and he knew that no one else could reach him. He glanced down to the ground for a moment, pleased that he did not feel that pulling in his stomach that he'd heard other people describe to him when looking down from high places.

Arthur took another sip of his tea, sniffing happily at the scent of spices and something that just simply relaxed him, not matter what was going on. He set his teacup back on his lap. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the trunk, a serene smile on his face. He was rather content here, it was quiet, and he had his tea.

Arthur was so content, in fact, that he fell asleep, perched in his tree.

[Feliciano Vargas]

"Ve, that was some delicious pasta", Feliciano sighed contentedly, rubbing his stomach. He began to look around at the beautiful scenery around the school, hoping to find some inspiration for painting.

As he looked around, he saw a boy on a tall tree branch. He couldn't tell what he was doing way up there because it's so high, so he assumed they were stuck in the tree. Feliciano considered climbing up there to help him but decided against it. He was definitely able to climb that high with his cat abilities, but was too afraid of heights to go anywhere near that height.

He decided that the next best thing to do was to try to communicate with the boy. If he was in stuck in the tree he could always call for help. "Ve, Signore, can you hear me? What are you doing up there in that tree?", he called to the boy as loud as he could.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur had suffeciently fallen asleep. So, when suddenly there was an extremely loud, slightly grating, voice ringing through his ears, he startled, and almost fell out of his tree. He gripped the trunk with one had, caught his teacup and saucer in the other, and his tail wrapped around the branch in alarm.

"B-Bloddy 'ell." He panted, his head going fuzzy with andrenaline. He glanced down at the boy who was standing at the foot of the tree, and sighed softly. Holding his tea in one hand, and grasping the tree with the other, and his legs, he slid down the trunk without so much as a flinch. When he reached the ground, he planted his feet, with a soft thud, and spun around to face the other boy.

"I was enjoying my tea." He said, clearly cross. He stalked across the way to a bench and sat there instead, glaring at Feliciano over his tea cup as he lifted it to his lips again. Despite his "mood being ruined" the tea still made him feel better. He leaned back against the bench, his tail sitting off to the side because it was uncomfortable to sit on.

Arthur set his tea down again, still looking up at the Italian, "Any particular reason why you decided to come thundering through here, yelling at the top of your lungs?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, as well as the tea once more to his lips.

[Feliciano Vargas]

Feliciano ran to try to stop the boy from hurting himself as he fell, but sighed in relief when he managed to save himself. What's a blahdee L? I've never heard that in English before., Feliciano wondered to himself. Before he could stay calm, however, the boy began yelling at him.

Feliciano panicked, seeing that the boy was clearly angry at him when he was only trying to be helpful. "Please don't hurt me! I thought you were stuck in that tree so I wanted to see if you needed help!", he explained fearfully.

As the boy began to drink out of the teacup that apparently defied gravity during his fall, he began to relax and didn't seem as angry as before, so Feliciano decided to make it up to the other boy. "Ve, I really am sorry. I really was just worried that you were stuck there. I'll keep you company while you drink your tea to make up for it!", he proclaimed, bouncing to the vacant seat next to him.

"I was just looking at the scenery to find inspiration for painting before I noticed you up there. It's so beautiful around here~", he explained. "Oh! My name is Feliciano by the way. What's your name?", he asked.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Arthur's raised eyebrow did not lower, in fact it twitched as if trying to raise higher. "I was under the impression that, normally, if someone needed help they would ask for it." He said, managing to keep his voice calm as he dropped his gaze to his teacup and started tracing the outline on his saucer with his eyes. He looked into his teacup, feeling rather upset that his tea was almost empty. He'd have to get more later...

Momentarily his mind played on the thought that the boy before him had sounded like he was begging for his life for a moment. "Please don't hurt me"? That was a strange thing to say, perhaps he came from an abusive family. He did not have long to consider this, however, because suddenly there was a bouncing bundle of... Something. Which smelt vaguely like well cooked pasta. N-Not that he was smelling him! That would be weird.

"Well I suppose since there isn't much of my tea lef-" And suddenly he was going on about painting and his name. Wonderful, apparently they were starting a friendly relationship. "Oh, I'm Arthur Kirkland, pleased to make your acquaintance." He set his tea to the side and reached his arm across himself to offer it to the Italian. He didn't want to start any relationship off on the wrong foot, first impressions were everything.