The both of you grunted as you felt a hard shove push you into the small closet. Darkness filled the air around you, & confusion stuck on both yours & Arthurs faces. The last thing you remembered was seeing Hosea & Dutch shove you & Arthur— then complete darkness.

Arthur grunted, the two of you still buzzing from the argument you were having prior being shoved by them. He clenched his jaw— more than unpleased to be in here with you.

That’s when it hit him, those bastards had stuck the two of you in a closet together!

“Dutch!” Arthur protested, pushing on the door with force, but it was likely locked from the outside, he tried again.

“It’s for yer own damn good!” Dutch calls out from the other side. The two of you began to voice your protests, but he quickly cut you two off.

“Enough! Both of you!” Dutch growled, “Now, you two gotta learn some tough love & figure out your indifferences—you’re causin’ us more problems that we don’t need with your constant fighting.”

“Dutch!” Arthur called out again, frustration evident in his voice.

“Arthur, listen to the man, please,” Hosea sighed, “We don’t need more trouble. Just, try.”

The two of you could hear them walking off, which only made the both of your annoyance grow more. The last thing you two wanted was to be stuck together— especially in a damn closet!

Arthur let out a frustrated grunt, “Damn bastards!” He ran a hand down his face, pulling at his skin. He didn’t look at you at first, but when he did, he gave you a mean side-eye. You were not about to put up with it.