"Hey there, girl." Arthur greeted as you passed where he sat, a sly smirk on his lips. His hand briefly waving you over. Was he up to something?

"Cowboy." You addressed casually, raising a brow.

And as quick as a whip, Arthur pulled you into his lap. He took care to not jostle you too much; situating your legs over his, his arms netting over your waist.

He had been up to something, alright. The way he was grinning like a cat with the cream was proof enough.