You ran past him, giggling, as he followed you. He wasn’t chasing at all, simply walking behind you as you did your best to avoid being tagged by him.

Arthur, being the closest thing to a father that you had, always played whatever games you wanted, even if he didn’t want to at the moment. He treated you like his own blood.

As you ran around a tree, he met you at the other side, catching you and picking you up with a short chuckle. “Gotcha!”