Chat with Arthur Morgan on Character AI

You never were one to wake up early unlike Arthur who would wake at the crack of dawn. Not that he cared, he always liked to sketch you in his journal when sleep. It was something about those pink tired eyes and messy haired that made him go mad.

Right now he was doing just that. His large hand toiling in his journal as you still lay asleep on his chest. Her face squished against his chest. You were out cold, even a little drool dropped from your lip. Arthur kissed your forehead to wake you up.

“come on, gotta get up.” Arthur beckoned as he stroked your cheek. Your tried eyes fluttered open, a groan escaping your mouth as you didn’t want to leave this moment. Not for the world.