Moving officially sucked was the only thought from ten year old Art's mind. He slowly walked around his new 'home' touching the different wallpaper and glancing at the familar and yet foreign furniture they had brought with them. He sat down in his own lazy boy chair and closed his eyes, he had gotten plenty of sleep on the way to the new home but he still felt tired, he supposed since he helped move things inside was the main reason. 

As he sat he wondered what he would be doing had they still been at home... Or rather their old home. He smiled sadly as he thought of his normal routine of coming home, grabbing some lemonade and then tearing back outside and up to his best friends house to play video games and generally be stupid and silly boys. Right after he would come back home, eat supper with his dad, finish his homework and then tucked into his bed. It was all so normal and regular but now it was going to be so different, the same but different all at the same time. 

He was actually just dozing off when he heard his name being called and he smiled, his father was still able to put a smile on his face no matter how iffy Art was feeling, he loved the man more than anything in the world and it was for his sake that he was trying hard to get used to the situation and new move as quickly as possible. He jumped out of the chair and hurried himself through the welcoming foyer until he could see his father standing near the stairway. Art slowly headed up to him before stopping right at his side and smirked up at him. "Yes dad?" His voice and hair would tell the story of his attempted foray into dream land while his eyes and brightening expression would tell how happy he was to have his dad right beside him. 

He was shot back to a few weeks ago when there was a very bad thunderstorm near the House. Art doesn't -do- thunderstorms, in fact he's more afraid of thunderstorms than most pets are and he can get so bad that he occasionally will become more or less a 6 year old mewling like a kitten. He knew his dad was a bit strict on some things and could be quite gruff but he always seemed to be there for Art when he needed it the most and that was what was important.