A saint once said, "Only when a person has hobbies can they truly be called a human."
Another sage said, "A person without hobbies is not worth associating with."
Arthur always considered himself a decent person precisely because he had hobbies.
More than one, in fact.
Arthur's favorite hobby used to be observation!
Sitting alone in an inconspicuous corner, he would observe everyone that came into his view, guessing their possible professions, family backgrounds, and their intentions.
Then?
He would naturally verify each one.
Of course, all within what Arthur considered his ethical boundaries.
He certainly would never stir up any trouble.
As for being hit by a muck cart?
That was just a coincidence.
After arriving in the current world, Arthur had developed another hobby.
Eating?
No!
Eating is an instinct!
A lifelong love!
How could one call eating a hobby?
