Part two from my other comic not far down my list. As much as Arthur is angry big bear ler energy, that doesn't mean John isn't confident enough in teasing him back to make sure Arthur can take what he dishes out. Go get 'im, puppy chow.
Warning: Mentions of Death
Summary: Sean won’t stop teasing a very tired Arthur about an escapade at a farm. Arthur decides to take matters into his own hands.
Prompt from @amazingmsme: OMG YES SOMEONE WHO WRITES FOR RDR! Would you be willing to write for Arthur & Sean with “Don’t be an ass” & “You think you’re funny?”? I feel like their friendship would be so adorable & it would be fitting for them
“Oi, Arthur.”
Three hours. Three hours of this agony.
“Yes, Sean?” Arthur answered through perfectly gritted teeth.
“You smell like a horse’s arse.”
The Van der Linde gang had been on the road for two days now, and they still had three more to go until they hit Rhodes. All of them tended to get on each other’s nerves now and again—the road was long and lonely, and running from place to place for years on end had its toll. For example, Arthur hated the way that Bill chewed with his mouth open. Bill, in return, hated that Arthur liked to think plans through. Sean Macguire, however, was his own breed of pest.
