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Arthur Morgan | Red Dead Redemption 2

[cervid]

1. dumbass, I drove... you sat in the passenger's seat and steered with a paper plate

2. Stop. You don't mean that. Tequila might mean that. But you don't mean that.

3. It's a long story involving Jim Beam, an owl, and a knife

4. Are you missing a tooth after last night? Because I found one in my coat pocket along with what smells like dried rum and a package of deer jerky.

5. Text him!

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[netherese]

They all seem to be in order. It may be from the, ah, gentleman you were scrapping with- the whole night is rather a blur. A trophy, perhaps?

[cervid]

There was a fight? [Actually. Of course there was, never mind.]

It'd only be a trophy if it was gold and I could pawn it

[netherese]

I'll take that as confirmation that it isn't.

[... hmm. Gross. Just walking around with a raw tooth in there.]

Not even silver, eh? Poor luck on that front, my friend.

[cervid]

Curious about what the fuss was about, if I'm knocking a feller's teeth out

[Translation: Was I saving your scrawny ass, nerd?]

[netherese]

[Funny he should ask that...]

Well, that I called the fellow in question a 'gentleman' was taking some liberties— he was using some particularly colorful language. I didn't mind so much when the disparaging remarks were about either of us, but when he began to say untoward things about Miss Mary-Beth and Miss Abigail...

[It wasn't Arthur who threw the first punch, shall we say.]

[cervid]

Didn't know you had it in you, professor.

[netherese]

When the occasion calls for it, I most certainly do. I consider myself to be a tolerant man, but there is a line that once it is crossed, I simply cannot abide!

[cervid]

Sure. Was it the big feller with the cauliflower ear?

[netherese]

That's the one. I'm not a small man by any stretch of the imagination, but even so, I'm afraid I didn't take into consideration in the moment that I might be punching above my weight class.

[cervid]

[He's going to charitably leave that first part alone.]

Considering in the moment ain't really a specialty of yours

3.

[corpsebride]

But the owl was okay, right?

[ She clearly has her priorities.]

[cervid]

Probably

[He thinks better of the question mark.]

[corpsebride]

What do you mean 'probably'? Either it is or it isn't!

[ Choose your words carefully, son. ]

[cervid]

Hell, I don't have night vision, woman

[corpsebride]

Then what the hell are you doing hunting at night? You should be in bed, not bothering some innocent owl just going about his business!

[cervid]

You wouldn't be so sweet on the owls if they ate your chickens

And how much of the Jim Beam have you had, anyway?

[corpsebride]

[ Damn, he got her there... ]

Still, that doesn't mean I expect you to hassle them in the dark. I'm sure there are better methods of deterring them.

Not a drop! You know I can't abide the stuff!

[ She tried it. Once. Was like drinking bog water with a heavy burn. Would not recommend. ]

[cervid]

Gotta wonder what's got you so fiery, then

[corpsebride]

I just really like owls, okay? Used to have a pair of them that lived in the hay loft with me. They were like my little guardian angels, watching over me while I prayed.

I guess it sounds sort of silly, but when they were around, I didn't feel quite so alone.

[cervid]

[Ah.]

Well if it makes you feel any better, you don't get barn owls out here. Don't think they like the cold

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[flashpointed]

Sounds tame, by your standards.

[cervid]

Dunno about that, the owl was wild

[har har]

[flashpointed]

Must've been waiting a while for that opening, huh.

[cervid]

You walked through it, friend