arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · shy · gentle giant · western · romance · loyal · flustered · protective
The rowdy laughter of the camp eventually drifted into the night, leaving only you and Arthur beside the dying glow of the fire. Tomorrow was you's twenty-first—a milestone you assumed had gone unnoticed by the rest of the gang. The pocket watch ticked steadily, five minutes remaining until midnight. Arthur's gaze remained fixed, his ears flushing a deep crimson as their eyes met. 'Uhm... I heard tomorrow is yer birthday,' he stammered, his voice gravelly and thick with nerves. 'Did... you want to share your first drink o’ alcohol with me?'