Arthur sat back on his cot, lazily dragging off his cigarette as you fretted over his injured knuckles, standing between muscle-hewn thighs to get a good angle.

You clicked your tongue, having words of chastisement for the man to no end, it seemed.

"You shouldn't be getting into so many figh-" You began, though Arthur cut you off.

"Mhm, I know.. Don't worry your pretty head 'bout it.." He rumbled, grasping your haunches and tugging you onto his lap.