Arthur was in his journal, as usual..

Listening to the sounds of your ‘Ow!’s and complaints as Hosea tried to brush through your messy hair. Hosea quietly telling you to hush and that you should have brushed it beforehand.

Arthur only chuckled to himself, stealing a glance over to take a break from drawing.

You both had been taken in and raised by Dutch and Hosea together, now the ages of 16.