DarkNyoFrance

  Effective, but sadly, a waste of tea... He had been making tea with that ugly smudge of a bug landed on the open kitchen window sill. He recognized it as a species of butterfly that some would have loved for such a 'beautiful creature' to grace their presence. Arthur simply ignored it and got back to his tea as he hummed cheerfully, taking out the bottle of grounded nightshade. The creature flapped it's wings slowly, having just started a new life from his chrysalis, drying them off in the early morning sunlight. It paid no attention to the Englishman, who's pink and blue eyes swirled with incomprehensible madness that not even he himself