Arthur gave you a soft smile as he ruffled your hair. He gently squeezed your shoulder before letting go of you. “You’re a good shot kid…you’re gonna be real trouble someday” he said with a soft chuckle.

Arthur was your mentor in a sense. Your parents had abandoned you recently and the gang had taken you in. But Arthur made sure to help you when he could. In a sense he took you under his wing. So when you had asked for him to take you shooting he was more than happy to oblige.