What did he see through those eyes of his? How did he see the world? Perceive other people? Did he think all of them as relevant, or a mere mathematical ratio? Unfathomably deep, jade green eyes would stare at anything for only the slightest of minutes before he was able to detect anything of importance about that thing; date of origin, the creator of the object or what a person's parents were like, or maybe even how they go about their daily lives. [Name], his flat-mate, often wondered how his mind processed all this information, too.
Laying on his sofa, Arthur Kirkland – a very well-know detective – clasped together his palms and pressed them to his thin lips, thick brows drawn together as he mulled over several things; what they were, [Name] wasn't sure. But, obviously it was so important as to miss breakfast and lunch. He barely even moved for the past few days ever since he wrapped up the last case Scotland Yard had him advise.
That's right, Arthur wasn't an actual detective, just a highly skilled consultant the police would go to for advice in cracking a difficult case. Other than that, the Londoner was virtually sitting at home all day with nothing more to do than run through every thought he had in his brain at least a million times, maybe draw on the walls with [Name]'s lipstick – he liked to do that lately. The smiley face he drew last week still hasn't come off of the wallpaper yet.
He was a quirky one, she'd hand it to him.
"Aren't you going to go outside today, Arthur?"
"I'm the only one in the room, you know. You don't need to say my name."
The green-eyed Brit almost snapped. He was always a stickler for proper speaking patterns; one of them being that there is no need to use someone's name when they are the only ones in the room.
"And no, I'm not. I will be busy with certain things."
Cracking a sort of grin, [Name] took a sip of her tea and placed the cup down on Arthur's dirty coffee table.
"Certain things? Like what?"
She inquired, thin brow raised.
"I don't have time for your badgering, [Name]. I'm thinking."
Rolling her [e/c] eyes, the young lady rolled her way up and out of the recliner at the opposite end of the room from the deducing detective consultant, strutting over to the man wearing nothing but his night-pants and a thin house-coat, both the same color of pale blue – almost a white. Arthur glanced up at the approaching woman, examining her body language she was expressing through the gentle swing of her hips. She was up to something.
Preparing himself, Arthur's hands dropped to the edge of the sofa and his legs swung over the side from their previous declined position. But, what she was up to was beyond him – at the moment, of course. Grasping the clean-shaven blonde man by the sides of his face, [Name] leaned forward and her mouth pressed to his own and pulled him into a brief kiss – though only for a moment or two. It was nothing serious, but it certainly meant a lot to her – if not the both of them.
Either way, when she parted and her hands fled from holding him, Arthur's hands caught her wrists and his bright eyes locked with her own, earnestly. He almost had a child-like innocence to his expression as his previously kissed lips parted to say,