Arthur watched you hold the rifle to your body, chewing on a piece of wheat before letting out a gentle tsk. “Now, now darlin’. That ain’t the proper way of holding the gun.” He spoke with a lopsided smirk, shaking his head.

He sauntered over to where you stood, placing a firm hand on your shoulder. “Hope you don’t mind me intrudin’.” He said before standing directly behind, placing his hands over yours.