Gemotions

The package, large and awkwardly shaped, lay in the middle of his pristine hallway. Arthur let out a long, slow breath, trying to calm his rapidly accelerating heartbeat. It was all so inconsiderate! He'd spent hours cleaning, organizing, creating a sanctuary of peace in this chaotic world, and then *this*.

He felt a tightening in his chest. His hands clenched into fists. He stalked towards the offending box, each step deliberate, each movement a manifestation of his rising displeasure. He kicked it, just a little, letting the slight contact give vent to his feelings.

He picked up the package. He needed to think.