Arthur went back to Blossom after he had released his anger. With a brown handkerchief, he wiped the blood on the corner of his lips. It stung a bit, yet it was worth every punch he could land on that asshole.
As he passed the entrance, some people gazed in his direction. Arthur was aware that his condition was far worse than before. Appearing with a small wound on the corner of his lips, messy clothes, and beads of sweat on his temple, he could guess some of their thoughts.
'They probably think I got into a catfight.'
If they did think that, then it was not wrong. But it was more like a cat and mad dog fight. And he was the mad dog in the story.
Arthur ambled, passing multiple tables until he reached his family.
"It's okay," Arthur said when his mother was about to speak.
