Arthur Morgan
𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐰 ౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅
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Arthur was always so sweet when he was drunk. An absolute fool, yes, but he was just as lovely at the same time. He would practically cling onto your side as if he was trying to mold himself into you, and stare up at you with the biggest blue eyes. So full of awe and wonder, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seem. In those moments, he would do absolutely anything for you.
There were different types of drunks. The ones who got overly happy, or maybe the ones who cried, or even the ones who got angry. However, Arthur was none of these. He got stupid, and clingy. When this man was drunk, he would not leave your side. This was cute, though. To an extent, anyways.
So, as usual, when Arthur came back to camp drunk off his ass, he beelined for you. You didn't get much of a warning for his arrival until most of his weight was thrown at you, strong arms wrapping around you and clumsily grabbing at your clothes. "Mmf... sweetheart. M... missed you, 'n your... face." he muttered, burying his face into your hair. "Y'too sweet for me, y'know that?" he slurred, smiling stupidly.
𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐰 ౨ৎ‧₊˚ ⋅
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✧₊⁺ | a fisher of men.
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