((Arthur Wells continued from Calamity
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Carrying Xavier's body around the woods in hopes of finding a secluded spot to leave it, something far enough off the beaten path to stave off the curiosity of other students who'd want to do things to it, was getting to be a real burden. It started getting stiff and unwieldy and, well, ripe soon enough. Once or twice Arthur felt a fly settling on his arm and had to shake the body to get them all off. The second time this happened, he accidentally banged Xavier's head into a tree, scraping the skin.
Just leave him there! It's a good enough spot as any! You're a sitting duck like this!
No, fuck that. He was a sitting duck any way he played this stupid-ass game, and Xavier deserved better than that. The two of them were rocks for each other, their conversations being some of the only places where Arthur felt he could really cut loose with how much of an escapist dork he was. Xavier meant too much to just leave to the wolves like this.
Thus the continuing purgatorial cycle of Arthur blundering through the woods, checking this tree and that to see, he didn't know, if one had a hollow to fold Xavier's body into. Not that he could really fold that body in the first place. He was considering the possibility that he could seriously contemplate the chance that he'd have to think long and hard about giving up on this little sidequest when he heard talking.
Friend or foe? Always a paramount question. So he carefully pinpointed the direction to go in and crept up as slowly as he could. He still snapped lots of twigs underfoot and he may or may not have snapped Xavier's ankle against a tree. It was hard for him to tell. As he crept closer, he could make out the conversation, words of regret, conciliation, and... remembrance? Did they actually remember that much about... fuck, it was Jason.
This time, Arthur was awake to hear the announcements, with Xavier making it in at the very end. Jason Meyers was another familiar name, if only for the cautionary tale he posed. Plenty of Arthur's brony friends assured him that people in general wouldn't give a shit if he was into My Little Pony, to which Arthur responded with rumors of Jason's secret being discovered. He lost quite a few so-called friends over this, and it always crept into Arthur's mind whenever he felt the instinct to bring it into a conversation. Loose lips sink ships, my friends.
And now Jason's ship lay slagged at the bottom of the ocean. That poor sod. Arthur stepped out into the clearing to see two people he didn't know, hearing a third person trudging off to who knows where. The guy was... someone. He'd get back to himself on who. But the girl he knew.
"Claire," he said, looking around the place. He'd be damned, they actually managed to bury Jason. Arthur hadn't even considered that possibility on account of him lacking a shovel. "Room for one more? Um, body. And live person. Two more. You know what I mean. Sorry."