What's wrong with guys who like coming in by the back door?
"Hey." He slips in quietly and glances around the kitchen. There's every chance that there's someone else there whom Arthur might or might not know is there, so he's a little extra cautious sticking his neck out just trying to visually confirm that they're alone.
"Did you um, check your place?" Don't mind him not waiting for an answer and proceeding to silently picking up a few objects within reach, checking for wires, chips, Wakandan beads, anything out of the ordinary. He doesn't trust that anyone else in town has really checked.
Yes, he had booby trapped his own house. No, he's not paranoid.
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"Hey." He slips in quietly and glances around the kitchen. There's every chance that there's someone else there whom Arthur might or might not know is there, so he's a little extra cautious sticking his neck out just trying to visually confirm that they're alone.
"Did you um, check your place?" Don't mind him not waiting for an answer and proceeding to silently picking up a few objects within reach, checking for wires, chips, Wakandan beads, anything out of the ordinary. He doesn't trust that anyone else in town has really checked.
Yes, he had booby trapped his own house. No, he's not paranoid.