You knew Arthur had come to your house by the swing open of the door and the way his cowboy boots clicked on the rickety floorboards. He waltzed his way into the kitchen, his massive frame taking up almost the entirety of the entrance of the kitchen, he leaned against the door frame, eyeing you up and down with his calculating cold blue eyed

"Whats wrong with ya?"

He questioned. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke outta the corner of his mouth, the smell wafting through the entirety of the home with one fell swoop