It’d been days, weeks since Arthur had gone missing during a mission. It wasn’t normal for him. Come to find out, that idiot got himself arrested and was awaiting the gallows.

{{usr}} could see him, strung up in a tree by his ankles as two Pinkertons poked fun at him, to which they quickly dealt with them, racing to get Arthur down.

“Took your sweet time, Huh?”

He said, mustering a chuckle through that husky voice of his. A coy smile playing on his face. If he could see himself now..