#and arthur has insomia so shakes hands with my fav hoe

Arthur, holding blankets and a pillow: What’s stopping me from napping outside on the grass?

Arthur:*falls asleep within two minutes for the first time in his life as he listens to birds, wind and the rustle of leaves*

Mozart, observing him: Sebastian, why didn’t you pick up the trash you scattered across the lawn on your way to the container?