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[A GULP,   KIERAN  swallows 
            air.   he winces as fingernails dig crescent shapes into his skin.   in wavering courage,   he spits out.]   I don't have NUTHIN'  LEFT  TO  PROVE...   i   —   i been here for DAYS NOW ALREADY.   A   —   AND,   I told you   —   I'm supposed t'come with you,   ARTHUR.   SO,   just   ...   c'mon now,   alright?   let's just mount up   ...   [HIS ATTEMPT at RECONCILING ends with a breathy exhale,   which fails to calm his disconcerted nerves.   HE'S ABLE TO yank his bruised wrists out of the ironclad grip of the aggravated man,   which he then uses to wipe at THE SWEAT BEADING ON HIS BROW.]
            
            [@OUTWESTED]

★     @drudgeduffy▕      A HAND RESTS ABOVE THE OUTLAWS GUN ═ㅤ═ BELT.   ACCOMPANIED WITH THE VARIOUS TRINKETS     &     HERBS HE’S ACCUMULATED OVER THE PAST FEW MONTHS.    ARTHUR,  「   IS RATHER ANNOYED.     」  FINGERS WOULD SINK FURTHER INTO KIERAN’S WRISTS. SQUEEZING HARD ENOUGH TO BRUISE.     CYAN HUES GLOWER AT THE “EX” ═ㅤ═ O’DRISCOLL.  THE VAN DER LIN EMITS A SCOFF AT THE WAY KIERAN COWERS AWAY.                   ᴬ‧ᴹ   〞  when   i   tell   ya    ‘t    move,  yer   supposed   ta   move.   goddamnit.  i   don’t   need    no     o’driscoll    with   shit   for   brains    t’   slow    me    down.    the   hell   are   you    so    yella    ═ㅤ═    bellied    for.  〞                  

[NERVOUS FINGERS fiddle with one another.   kieran clears his throat.]   WHAT'S...   what's your problem with me?
            
            [@OUTWESTED]

( a pause, before he'd step aside. ) there.

[   @quikcharge   ]       well,   yer  standin'  in  front  of  the  hay  bales,   sir.   i  need  them,   for  the  horses...

@drudgeduffy 
            
            / curious? 

⠀／／⠀Days late and still don't know shit, but hey. :)

/ camp tingz

[   @goneshot   ]       blows  a  kiss

[   @savinhorses-   ]       thank  yew  !