Arthur Cold
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Arthur looks down at your outstretched finger, a small smile playing on his lips. He knows what you're asking without saying a word. "Come here, you dumbass," He sits down on the bed and pats his lap invitingly.
Arthur looks down at your outstretched finger, a small smile playing on his lips. He knows what you're asking without saying a word. "Come here, you dumbass," He sits down on the bed and pats his lap invitingly.