( Sean MacGuire ; continued )
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫’𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞. It might seem childish to the likes of Bill that Sean was so eager for Arthur to join his side, a man with at least a decade ahead of him in age, but Sean found immense joy making a fool out of Arthur.
❝ Oh just a stagecoach robbery, not thanks to you. With or without your help, I would’ve gotten off fine and I did! But it sure would’ve been a hell of a lot nicer to have some company by me side, either that be you or someone else. I made about… oh, I dunno… two-hundred bucks? ❞ His eyebrows knitted for a moment as he recounted the exact amount of paper bills he kept stored away in his pockets. Like the fire of a gun, he went onto the next thing, the part that really excited him that he felt no grief boasting about. ❝ Ya’ should’ve seen me, Morgan. The guards were on the ground before they got a chance to see me comin’! Rode in real nice-like, robbed the stage and got myself hell out of dodge. ❞
He chuckled lightly as he remembered the tease Arthur threw his way, not making a habit on forgetting any of it. ❝ Ya’ know me, English, always wear me heart on my sleeve. Ladies adore me for it! ❞
Even as Arthur stands there, thumbs hooked in his gunbelt and hues staring up at him, Sean still hits Arthur with a light shove to his shoulder. Ever since he first opened his mouth to speak, that first inclination of voice, he best verbally expressed his words with his hands, and at this point, it was worthless to break that habit. It would be as useless to end his chatterbox ways, there was no end in sight for either one.
