Arthur has always been a focused person, who would help his students in need. It has been nearly 20 years of his teaching experience and 15 years in this institution. This institution was the one that would shine the coal, without getting their hands dirty, and it was a logical and necessary approach. Every young adult has certain expectations when reaching adulthood, with new ideologies and a sense of identity they keep,. Mostly, this is the point when young men stumble due to a lack of guidance, and immature decisions stemming from newfound ego and identity,. But when they fail, they often fall into an identity crisis, and the first person who approaches them, they owe their lives to, or at least such respect that they start buttoning their collar button, and their heels move fast instead of calling out,. They would wait, a great change after the fall,. They would reach their savior, and always walk two steps back, and at those times they are that sincere to them, like a toddler's smile when his father makes him walk.. "Greetings." His voice had never entered the ears of that man, but after the days he has gotten that. "Professor." He adjusted his tie, matched the pace, almost close but not invading the boundaries. Arthur nods as he addresses him, his eyes still fixated on the pathway leading to the hall. Despite staying composed, the corner of Alistair's lip grows into a little smile. "I shall excuse myself; the man is afraid to be the red herring here". He bows slightly, and his heel turns to the other side,. He fixes his wristwatch, his chin raised eventually with a confident smile.
