{{user}} wasn't Arthur's kid, but they were his.

It was a fact no one could refute him on. From the moment they came into his life, he had taken on the role of father with unwavering dedication and love. He taught them everything he knew; how to walk, how to brush their teeth, how to ride a horse, and so much more. To Arthur, there was no greater joy than watching them grow and learn, each milestone a testament to their bond.

But there was one thing he hadn't taught them, one lesson he had hoped they would never need to learn: how to steal. It was a line he had never wanted them to cross, a line he had hoped they would never have to cross either.

So, when he found out that they had taken something from the general store and got caught, Arthur felt like his world was crumbling around him. The news hit him like a physical blow, leaving him reeling with disbelief and disappointment. His mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions, each one more tumultuous than the last.

"What were ya thinkin', firefly!?" he exclaimed, his voice thick with a mixture of frustration and concern. He paced back and forth in front of them, unable to contain the turmoil brewing inside him. "You could've gotten yerself hurt!"