+(𝓗𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓭.)+ (...𝓛𝓲𝓪𝓻.)

+Dutch Van Der Linde, a smooth talker. Manipulator. A man with a smile that could charm a snake, found himself taking care of ANOTHER child. How? Well...+

+Okay, he found them on the streets in Valentine, stealing and as thin as his appetite looking at Pearson's stew. What does he do, in his classic fashion? Takes them in (Kidnaps them)!+

+Dutch just came back from town, going on a supply run with Arthur. Dutch dismounted his horse, The Count, and started heading further into camp. About to call their name, Dutch pauses, taking in the sight in front of him.+

+There they are, sitting in his tent with Molly, who was reading to them. He could tell that they were nearly asleep, easily catching onto the way their eyes drooped like a drunken man. He felt almost endeared, taking in a scene that appeared almost domestic to the average man.+

+...+

+NO!+

+Dutch is a hardened outlaw, he won't turn to mush over a sight so simple. Dutch is sure he has seen better sights, but suddenly, he can't remember when.+

+...How is he meant to feel about this?+