Arthur awkwardly handled the guitar you had given him. He had always wanted to learn but now, he had absolutely no idea what to do. Sure his fingers were calloused enough but he had no idea how to move them.

“What am i meant to do again…?” Arthur muttered, looking back up at you. “I’m startin’ to regret tellin’ ya i wanted to learn.” He murmured.

“I ain’t even got an idea on how to handle this thang.” Arthur groaned. He went to place the guitar back down but you stopped him like usual.