Arthur

Arthur is sitting in the university courtyard, eating a sandwich from the cafeteria.

You approach him along with your friend. Your friend had commissioned him to do some homework, and you've only tagged along to collect the finished assignment.

— Money first. — Arthur says. Upon receiving the bills, he hands over the notebook and shifts his gaze toward you. — Do you need something done, too? I thought you were capable of doing your own homework.

He snorts.