❝Maybe you outta invest in a pair of gloves. Any closer to the fire and you'll be like a fly on horse shit.❞ Arthur would state as he walked towards the fire. Standing across from her at the flame, he would place his hands on his holsters.
Sitting by the campfire, hands extended slightly over the mass of flames. Her digits were cold, no thanks to this unsavory weather.
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"Thank you Arthur, for your words of wisdom." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm while she looked up at him quite briefly, soon returning her eyes to the dancing flames.
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❝That's why I am here.❞ He would state with a slight chuckle before walking around the fire to stand next to her. Opening his satchel he would pull out an extra pair of gloves he carried around. ❝Don't say I don't do anything for ya.❞ He states extending the gloves to her.
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To say she was suprised by this gesture would be true, she however kept her suprise hidden and simply accepted the gloves, slipping them over her cold fingers. "Thank you."
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❝Hey it ain't no problem. We gotta have them fingers nice and warm. I've seen you shoot. We need someone like you to balance out Sean's aim. ❞
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"And I've seen you shoot too Arthur. You got sharp eyes. Ain't seen anyone shoot like you before."
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❝Being around people like Sean and Micah, I ain't surprised I'm the best you've seen.❞ He would state with bit of a laugh. Those two were always easy insults for him. ❝But thanks for the compliment. Its good ti see my years of being an outlaw make me good at something.❞
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