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☆ caught in the rain meme ☆ little steps meme ☆ affectionate physical contact meme ☆ picture prompt also acceptable but link them so it's tidy ☆ AU ideas: soulmates AU, reincarnation AU, Bad End AU, canon divergent/roleswap AU, dorky college AU, crossover AU, super indulgent high fantasy AU ☆ melodrama is ultimate tier ★ SHIPPING AND FUCC: ☆ non-fluffy relationship types I'm down for: codependent, master/servant power imbalance type ships, "we're bad for each other but worse for anyone else," other things I am failing to think of tbh ☆ things I am not into: noncon (includes "dubcon"), incest, tsundere shit if your tsundere is just verbally abusive, gratuitous torture porn, you'll probably have to ask me about harder kinks and they will vary by character ☆ I don't have a kink list so pitch me an idea if u thirsty ☆ if you would prefer a locked post I can also make that happen

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i will spare you... for now

[ghostlike]

[Arthur holds up his hands, palms out, trying to look as guileless as a man possibly can when he's holding both a pointy stick and a sharp knife. Reim? Please.]

Now, there ain't no need to be so damn defensive, [he says, like the thought of Reim passing out after watching him gut one (1) fish didn't cross his mind at all. He deserved this read? He definitely deserved this read, which is why he looks more amused than anything. Called out by this twig! Damn!] It was just a simple question.

[Or, well—two simple questions, but please, cut him this much slack as he slowly lowers his hands and pushes himself to his feet. God damn, but he's getting old? He used to be able to ride for days on end without any problems; now he has to pop his back yet again, uttering a colorful curse under his breath before he bends back down to swiftly swoop up the necessary supplies. Everything but the fishing rod goes into the pot! Efficiency!]

See, I was just thinkin' you could use a bit of, uh... well, maybe not rest, since I think you got enough of that. [He is just! Saying! Amiably enough, too, as he holds out the fishing pole for Reim to take.] Relaxation, though? I guess you could use some of that, and that's what fishin' is all about.

[Arthur is a simple, outdoorsy man with simple, outdoorsy hobbies. This is him trying to be... considerate of Reim's, uh, terrible horrible, no good, very bad day, all while ensuring they have something to eat for dinner. Fish with him!]

thanks.....that's merciful

[allweather]

[Hmm!! A simple question indeed. Reim watches him get up, still frowning slightly - he'll be as prickly and uptight as he likes, on this particular day in his life, thank you very much Arthur, but— the offer to go fishing does actually seem genuine. Reim's thoughts ping-pong uselessly back and forth: he doesn't, uh, want to go fishing? Nor does he want to sit at this campsite alone and wonder if every snapping twig is someone coming after him. But at the same time, Arthur has been taunting him...

He sighs, eventually, rubbing at his temples and looking forlornly at the fishing rod. Here's an idea: Arthur catches the fish, and Reim watches. It is a very long look.

But he knows when he's defeated, and when ridiculous cowboys who are more or less in control of how much he gets to eat tonight, that seems like one of those times. He tells himself, at least Arthur is trying to be friendly, and he takes the fishing rod.

uggghh]

Oh, alright. Well, shall we...?

[ghostlike]

[But if Arthur is the one catching the fish, he won't have any time to draw? Or: It's been a long, hard day for them both, but Arthur patiently—well, stubbornly—continues holding that fishing rod out there until Reim finally decides to take it. Arthur is the one who's going to enjoy, like, a solid two hours of sleep tonight, at best, which is why he's determined to kick back and do as little as possible by the river.

Now, though? Now he's free to give an exaggerated sort of half bow, because good Lord, Reim!]

Oh, we shall.

[All of that thinking over one of the best parts of being out in the wilderness! But Arthur is, above all else, trying to be considerate, which is why he only shakes his head a bit as he turns to head toward the river. He'll even stick to a nice, easy pace as he scans for the perfect fishing spot, all in the hopes that Reim will catch right up on his own; it's why he just, you know, keeps on talking.]

It ain't like it's hard, if that's what you were worryin' about. And you ain't the first person I've had to teach. [A beat as he considers this, actually, before he adds:] The other one was a helluva lot younger, mind you, but I guess that don't matter. Much.

[A five-year-old boy, a fancy rich man... hmm. There are some definite similarities, so hey! He's qualified!]