[ arthur cuts himself off with a huffed breath, he doesn't want to sit here and argue about whether these people like him enough not to wanna see the back of him once his usefulness starts to wane. ]
Ain't nothin' worth arguin' about either way-- here, move over will you.
[ with a tired grunt, arthur pushes himself up off the coffee table and nudges joel's ankle with his boot. he's gonna sit himself down in the corner of the couch either way, so it's up to joel if they're squeezing up to eachother or not. ]
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[ arthur cuts himself off with a huffed breath, he doesn't want to sit here and argue about whether these people like him enough not to wanna see the back of him once his usefulness starts to wane. ]
Ain't nothin' worth arguin' about either way-- here, move over will you.
[ with a tired grunt, arthur pushes himself up off the coffee table and nudges joel's ankle with his boot. he's gonna sit himself down in the corner of the couch either way, so it's up to joel if they're squeezing up to eachother or not. ]