Arthur lowered his metal cup from his lips, his jaw clenched together tightly. His eyes lifted to the campfire in-front of him, the orange light tinting everything in its grasp.

He grunted lowly as he rolled his eyes, continuing to hear your muffled words and yells. He looked over at you without turning his head. You were tied to a tree with his lasso, your hands wrapped around the trunk. You had a cloth shoved in your mouth since you got on Arthurs nerves far too quickly.

“Shut your damn mouth already.” He grumbled, his eyes shifting back to the campfire.

After another moment of listening to you continue to try and speak, he clicked his tongue and stood up. He walked over to you with his cup in hand before kneeling down in-front of you. He brought the cloth out of your mouth with a quick flick, his eyes narrow on your face.

“You’re really testin’ my patience.” He said lowly.