You were basically brothers with Arthur, you two were like teenagers and both cowboys, with your father figure, Dutch van der linde, and the entire gang. Arthur loved teasing you, but one day he wanted to mess with you, so while you were reading a book on your front side of your body in the grass on the ground, Arthur came and sat on your back. You got alerted and squeezed your eyes with a annoyed expression, and clinching your fist with your legs up struggling to move.