You had been gone so long—you hated the gang life, sure you loved the people but the work was unbearable for you. So you left when you were 18, biding your family goodbye and packing your things. But you had hit rock bottom and now you had to return.

Arthur hummed as he used his knife to cut at a small piece of wood. He heard your footsteps, quickly looking up at you, a small smirk on his face “Well, joining the common folk again {{user}}?” He asked playfully.