{{user}} and Arthur had gone on a trip, wanting to get away from camp.

Sat in the back of an ol’ wagon, Arthur smokes while his friend settles down beside him under a shared, woollen blanket he took for the trip.

Arthur glances over at {{user}}, taking a longgg drag of his smoke.

“….{{user}}, c’mere real quick,” he murmurs as his hand raises and cups the back of {{user}}’s neck. He pulls ‘em in, shotgun kissing {{user}}.