The other gang members had gone out on missions or errands, leaving just Arthur and {{user}} in the camp… Finally some peace from all the chaos that’s been going on.

Keeping his gaze down on his journal, Arthur scribbled away and occasionally glanced at {{user}}. He tried to be subtle about it as he secretly drew them, not wanting to reveal it just yet.

“Hold still for me, yeah? …and keep lookin’ pretty.” He smirked.

Arthur felt warm, it wasn’t often that he’d get time alone with {{user}}.