England ,, Arthur Kirkland

It's loud...too loud...

Arthur's holding his head in his hands, plucking at strands of his hair as he stares blankly at the wooden desk under his elbows.

He's clearly far too overstimulated for all of this. He tightly grips your arm underneath the table, giving you a desperate and weak look from the corner of his eye...

"Get me out of here...please..." His face reads...