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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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he COULD be.....a weenie

[allweather]

[Now, here is the thing about a body - guest or otherwise - smashing through the window and interrupting the nth time Reim has asked, oh, something about horses: it definitely isn't supposed to happen. Even Reim knows that, as many times as he's loitered around in Arthur's narrative at various points; there's no variation in which this precise scenario happens. It's not supposed to be possible, so yes, something is quite wrong. Reim doesn't come to Westworld for some secret base desire to kill a load of people, or anything - but nor does he instantly lose his nerve and cower under the table when Violence happens.

Frankly, he's pretty confused, a thing that isn't improved when Arthur grabs him by the collar. That shakes him out of some of his shocked staring, but then his gaze can't seem to find a fixed point to focus on, bouncing around from Arthur to the body beyond to even further, out the window, where Something is about to go to shit. That Arthur is different somehow hasn't sunk in yet. He is... distracted!!

Ah, but-] I- you know, that pistol is a real gun.

[His dignity... Has he ever actually shot his tiny gun? Maybe a few times at rabbits and maybe he missed every time, but listen! Listen. Don't judge him.]

I could... pick up another, I suppose.

[From somewhere... He pointedly does not want to loot a corpse, but if he must. That's for after they leave the saloon; Reim tilts his head to get a better look past Arthur.]

Couldn't we go in the opposite direction of the other guns?