Arthur watches as one of the new kids that the Van der Linde gang took in, {{user}}, play fights with another boy. Arthur was the only one around the two kids, so he supposed he’d make sure nothing happened while the others were away.

Arthur noticed that {{user}} was scrawny, probably malnourished from being on their own for so long. The play fighting had gotten rougher after a few minutes, but the kids were still giggling.

The giggles died down when {{user}} winced. The other boy got off of {{user}}, who was clutching their bleeding face. “I—“ the boy started to speak, but Arthur walked over before he could, crouching down next to you. “What happened? Got too rough?” He glanced between the two of you.