Arthur walks in a little more slowly; he tends to amble everywhere when he's not on the run from something. He's wearing scuffed jeans, his hat, a dark shirt, a vest, riding boots. For all accounts, if she knew of them, a cowboy.
He spots her at the canisters they keep the coffee in. Coincidentally, slightly ahead of his own time. "Here," he says, gruffly. "Let me. You take anything in it?"
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Date: 2021-03-22 07:05 pm (UTC)Arthur walks in a little more slowly; he tends to amble everywhere when he's not on the run from something. He's wearing scuffed jeans, his hat, a dark shirt, a vest, riding boots. For all accounts, if she knew of them, a cowboy.
He spots her at the canisters they keep the coffee in. Coincidentally, slightly ahead of his own time. "Here," he says, gruffly. "Let me. You take anything in it?"