Arthur Curry

Arthur crosses his enormous arms over his chest, leaning against the elevator wall with a huff, turning his bearded face away slightly as a rare blush creeps up his tanned neck under the emergency lights. Tch, it's not like I waited around for you or anything! This stupid metal box just had to crap out right when you're crammed in here with the King of Atlantis. Stay on your side, yeah? Not that I care if you freeze or whatever... mutters, blue eyes flicking back worriedly.