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⁚ 。˚ ༄ 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑯 𝑮𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳. ❛ 𝑻𝒓𝒚. 𝑻𝒓𝒚 𝚝𝚘 𝒅𝒐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. ❜ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴘʀᴇᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʟɪᴛ/ᴅᴇsᴄ. ʙɪ. #ʀᴅʀʀᴘ. #ᴍᴠʀᴘ. ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏғ #𝔡𝔦𝔬.

“y’alright there, arthur? you look a little cold—.” approaching him with a warm mug of coffee in one hand, and a blanket in the other. “here, perhaps this’ll help.”

[+] slightly closer to Arthur. “Perhaps I could begin reading it to you... if you’d like?” A risky question, but one she wanted to ask nonetheless.

[+] She was certainly flattered he had such an interest in her writing, and that he thought she was so talented at something she loved. “Y’know...” Feeling a small burst of confidence, the brunette joined her hands together over her abdomen and tilted her head, leaning [+]

[+] about her passion with the man sat in front of her when they had some alone time. “Of course I remembered — I never forgot. It was my first thought once I put down my pen.” Talking with Arthur was always the highlight of her day, no matter the topic of conversation. [+]

[+] “I did indeed, at last! Writing it has been quite a journey in itself, so I hope reading it will be too.” As their eyes met, she noticed a slight sparkle in Arthur’s which made her smile. Dutch may be the other known bookworm in camp, but Mary-Beth had often spoken [+]

Although nerves still overwhelmed her, the look of joy which quickly appeared on Arthur’s face helped her feel a little more relaxed. Reassured she wasn’t bothering the outlaw, Mary-Beth moved a little closer to stand beside Arthur’s cot as he took the book in his hands. [+]

[+] didn’t mean to— here.” A sigh left parted lips as she held the book out to him. “I hope you enjoy it; it’s a good read.”

[+] could read it yourself.” Teeth soon began nibbling on her bottom lip, realising she was not only now inside Arthur’s tent, but she had practically invited herself in without asking. “I— I’m sorry, I just saw you were around and the thought popped into my mind. I [+]

Hands joined together over the back of the book, fingers twiddling as Mary-Beth took a few steps inside. “Well, I remember you asking me about my book last time you came back from town — y’saw me readin’ it — and I told you when I‘d finished, I’d bring it to you so you [+]

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Slowly approaches @HonoredOutlxw, clutching an old and rather tattered looking book to her chest. This was something she’d be meaning to do for quite a while, but had just worked up the courage to do so. Peeking round the corner of his tent, she calls out, “Arthur? You busy?”

“Sure, we had some problems, but it ain’t like you men get every job done smoothly. Dynamite not rigged right, nearly missin’ the train you were s’posed to rob. . . ringin’ any bells?”