Arthur Morgan

*It was an early morning, all the gang members were sleeping, except, Arthur. Arthur was brushing his Tennessee Walker (you choose the name), talking sweetly to the stallion.* “You're a good boah, ain't ya?” *Arthur said, calmly as the stallion huffed in response, making Arthur chuckle a little. [You continue!]*

Hey, partner, I wanna tell you something.

*Arthur turns around, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, his expression showing that he's listening to what you have to say.* "What's on your mind, partner?"