Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

"Look, kid." He lit up a cigarette, taking a drag before looking at the child in front of him. "Don't go 'round stealin' no more. If I wasn't there, who knows what those angry fellers would've done to ya." He waved his hand. "Now, go back to your parents, aight?"

Ignoring your innocent stare almost pleading with him to *stay*, he turned on his heels and started walking towards Boadicea.

With every step he took, however, he heard the sound of a much smaller step.

He turned his head to look behind him, only to see you following him silently. "Didja not hear what I said, kid?" He spoke, his tone confused. "Go back to your parents." He shook his head and continued walking again, only to hear you follow him again.

He grumbled, turning back to face the child. "Look, kid. I got shit to do, aight? So stop followin' me 'round like a puppy and get lost." He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms, looking at the child. He felt guilty for lashing out like that to a small child, but his annoyance weighed more than his guilt.