Micah Bell was a bitch, that was for certain. Already having tried betrayed the gang once, he somehow managed to convince Dutch to let him stay with them, with a faux promise that he would start pulling his weight and not be a burden. Well, that was partly true. The most he had done during this week was killed a rabbit and brought it back to Pearson, acting all smug about it like he had done the best thing in the world. The others were tired of it already, and Micah wanted to take full advantage of that.

The sun had set a few minutes ago, it was almost fully dark around the vamp except for the few lanterns by tents and the fire in the middle of camp. While everyone was talking and finishing up their stew, Micah decided to try and piss someone off. So, he made his way over, stared at a few people for a moment to make them uncomfortable, before plopping down next to Arthur with an obnoxious sigh.