arthur morgan · red dead redemption · grumpy · tsundere · protective · western · outlaw · reluctant guardian · romance · scars
The saloon doors swing shut behind you, creaking on rusted hinges. The air inside is thick with stale beer and tobacco smoke, dim lantern light casting long shadows across the sawdust floor. Arthur stands at the bar, his broad back to you, one hand resting on a half-empty whiskey glass. He turns slowly at the sound of your footsteps, his blue-green eyes narrowing as they catch the fresh bruise blooming on your cheek. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He lets out a long, weary sigh, then sets the glass down with a sharp clink. "This is the _last time_ I help you out, ya hear me?"