COASTAL: John's interference ˚ ۪ ⊹. ݁
warnings: Modern!Arthur Morgan, swearing, John and Arthur brother behaviour
"John for the last damn time, ya ain't signing me up for that tinder bullshit," Arthur exclaimed with pure frustration as he sat at his cluttered workbench in the sunlit studio whilst John lounged lazily on the sofa, "Or any of those damn internet dating things actually."
"I already signed you up for one, Arthur." John stated nonchalantly, as if it was the most ordinary thing to sign your unbearably single, crippling alone friend up for a dating sight.
"John!" Arthur scolded as he set down his paint brush and pushed his mug he was painting to the side. "You damn fool, ain't more than 20 women in this town and half are old enough to be my damn mother!"
"...'s fine, maybe the older women will want a strapping younger man, Morgan." John teased with a smirk as he shifted to lounge on the sofa beneath the window overlooking the seafront.
"I decorate their houses, John...I can't have my customers finding me on tinder, Jesus Christ." Arthur grumbled as he ran a callous hand over his handsome, scarred face.
His watercolour eyes were scrunched shut and he sighed deeply.
"You want to see how many matches you have?" John asked with a cheeky grin which earned him an unimpressed scowl from Arthur.
"No I do not," He replied harshly before huffing and turning back to painting the little pattern onto the mug, "You know you're a pain in my ass, Marston."
John rolled his eyes and sprawled out on the sofa, his shirt was stained with paint from his own work in the next room. Him and his wife, Abigail, rented the room next door for their painting and pottery. They often bought their son, Jack, too and it was obvious that they most definitely bought him this morning by the state of John's shirt. Abigail had taken little Jack home and left John to terrorise Arthur.
"Was anyone interested?" Arthur mumbled almost sheepishly, he was a man who lacked confidence yet he craved the love of another and was secretly hoping there was someone in this quiet, rural seaside town who was willing to love him.
"I knew it!" John exclaimed as he sat up, nearly spilling his coffee over his stained jeans and the paint speckled flooring, "You want to know who's after you?"
"Ah...nevermind," He grumbled as he felt the heat rise in his cheeks, "Just wanted to know if I needed to be worried that people might've found it, 's all."
John chucked and rolled his eyes before glancing over at him again and just smiling. He loved Arthur like a brother and just wanted him to be content and loved, he knew how much he craved it but knew how much of a prideful man he was.
Cain, Arthur's daft golden labrador came trotting into the studio and straight to Arthur. "Hey boy, what you doing?" He said softly to the dog as he reached his hand out for pet the dog as he rested his paws on Arthur's thigh.
He ruffled the dog's fur and mumbled, "See I got you, boy...don't need tinder, or a girl or dates, I've got my boy." as if to reinforce the fact he was trying to be nonchalant about the fact he was hoping for a girl to wander into the studio and show him all the love in the world. It felt like a foolish dream, one that may or not be fulfilled sooner or later...
a/n: I could so imagine John insisting that Arthur has a hinge and tinder profile and would 100% try to set him up all the time, this is just a little snippet of the fic. Working on bits and pieces for this but got lots planned!