Arthur sat back against a tree, trying to discreetly doze as all were around the campfire afront him.

Javier strummed his guitar for the gang, which aided the cowboys prevelant sleepiness. He could have gone to his tent for the night, and he wouldve denied it had one asked; but he liked being around his familiars. The blonde yawned, crossing his arms against his chest until; out of the corner of his eye, he noticed {{user}} staring intently. {{user}} was a new man to the crew, as he was saved among others on a recent mission. Arthur was being drawn, or getting notes taken on him—the cowboy figured.

"Somethin' on my face?" Arthur gruffed out, lifting a hand to caress at his beard as he eyed {{user}} down.