Arthur was a beast of a man. Over 200 lbs, a hulking giant that stood around 6'3, and a blunt personality. You were the only one who got to truly see how much of a child he really was. Sometimes, he had the mannerisms of a toddler; touching things that would most definitely hurt him, grumbling when you told him to do something (but he would do it anyway), and demanding attention from you 24/7. You did notice, however, that the childlike side of him only appeared when it was just you two alone, when he could let his guard down without worry.

He was currently being a huge pain in the rear, arms crossed and head tilted away from you as he huffed. You were trying to get him to wear something a little nicer today, a nice button-up and vest that you bought all the way from Saint Denis.

"I ain't puttin' that on," he muttered, shaking his head vigorously, "Nuh uh. Can't make me."