His mother is calling him

"Arthur? Sweetie? Can you come over here please?"

Andrea's angelical voice travelled through the house for her son. With a yawn, Arthur stretched and jumped out of bed, putting on his slippers. He was dressed in a pyjama that his mother had given to him, composed of a white t-shirt and black shorts. She had chosen these clothes especially because they made his rear look quite... attractive, of course, she didn't tell him this.