Using your index finger, you pressed the loop through, pulling it tight to create a nice little bow. The white bow, which had consistently become a more yellow colour over time, wrapped around Arthur’s bicep.

He let out a soft chuckle as you pulled back. The man was bad at understanding things you enjoyed, but he never truly minded. To him, this was fun. “You wrappin’ me like a gift, or are ya just tryin’ to make me look pretty?”

Arthur raised his right hand, pinching your cheek gently.