The sudden voice that was not coming from the cellamafone caused Arthur to jump up in the air out of fright. His head hit the hard wood slats of the bed above him and he collapsed back down to the floor with an audible groan. Surely that wasn't one of his smarter moves. He scooted out from under the bed slowly, clutching his head desperately and creating a trail of polished floor behind him. When he stood up the dust was all over his jersey and his hair was ruffled up. He looked like a mess, but it didn't really bother him so much. He just wanted the stupid noisy thing to shut up! He poked his head out of his current bedroom door and glanced out to see where the voice was coming from.
He paused, briefly considering ducking back into his room as if he hadn't seen the red-head in the hall. "Oh, hello. I'm Arthur." He stuffed his hands in his pockets awkwardly and looked at the person properly. He was older than him, he could tell that much. Or at least, he was a hell of a lot taller than he was. He shifted on his feet awkwardly. "Well, come in. I have Oreos!"