𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋.

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙂𝙀𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐘 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@RareGunSmith @AMusicalOutlaw @OfANobleOutlaw @TiredOutlaw / C'mon, I'm a huge loser RPing a slimy rat of man. No need to feel intimidated or scared!

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@RareGunSmith Micah's lips formed a sly grin mirrored by hers, battling the displeasure.
❝Well. . Not tryin' to fool you, Miss. Y'know. . Watchin' you clean my guns is quite the sight. Somethin' about it. . I love it.❞
A regular dandy and charmer.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

Micah thrusted his fingers into his worn belt then walked with a measured pace toward @LawfulBandito's tent.
He had opened his mouth as to say something, a characteristically brazen assurance rising.
❝Listen, Dutch. Can I talk to you a minute?❞

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

❝It's all in good fun, old man. Didn't take you lot as the SENSITIVE bunch.❞

[𝙷𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚜 @VxiceOfReason]

Micah Bell could you be nice to that damn kid for five minutes or is even that long too much for you?

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@ofscottishfaith confining situations.
His tongue ran over his lower lip, strands of his hair sticking onto his face damp with perspiration.
He awaited for another useless barrage of platitudes and axioms.
❝If you weren't such an ol' windbag i'd take your hand.❞

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

Micah grinned wide.
His yellow teeth flashing crooked behind his chapped lips.
❝I don't appreciate being teased, girl. You've done plenty of sinning. . / Plenty. / You ain't no child of god.❞

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@ofscottishfaith The unholstering of Jenny's weapon hadn't troubled Micah; Unperturbed by her threatening remark.
❝No can do. I ain't one to fall for your . . feminine tricks.❞
Micah felt an itch to draw his revolvers. He normally relied on the gats to get himself out of —

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@LawfulBandito / Also at peace with that.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@LawfulBandito / baby no.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

❝Jenny. . What a woman she is. Beautiful thing. Thought I could tame her but I usually despise them afterwards. Hehe.❞

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

❝Dutch has always had a . . fine way with words. His. . His intellect. A shame that he rides with you halfwits.❞

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

Wise words from the man himself.

[Dutch VanderLinde @DutchVa09605730]

I feel like sqeezing my peepee

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

❝That ain't very smart of you, black-lung. Tellin' a DANGEROUS man about some devious plan. I've seen a pile of horseshit with more brains than you.❞
Micah's eyes narrowed threateningly.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

❝I do the best I can, woman. I don't answer to / you. / Get used to getting into trouble Abigail! This is an occupational hazard!❞

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@RareGunSmith come to. . NOBLE folk like yourself to slave away cleanin' our guns.❞
He responsed with a dismissive flick of his hand before crossing his arms.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@RareGunSmith The gunsmiths remark elicited an aggravated sigh out of Micah.
Thin lips pursed as his beetled brows raised high.
He couldn't fully comprehend all of the unnecessary questioning, nor did he care to answer.
❝I'm a workin' man, sugar. Fellers like myself —

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@ofscottishfaith You wouldn't fuck me if I put a gun to your head or if I GRACIOUSLY paid for you. Marriage is worthless.❞
He'd twirl a strand of her long, loose curls around his finger.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@ofscottishfaith Micah felt a small gurgle of laughter in the back of his throat at Jenny's sudden proposal.
His face morphed into a surly grin, blue eyes glittering with malice and his large, hooked nose crinkled into a smirk.
❝Oh, darlin'. Enough reminiscing about LOVE. —

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@RareGunSmith throat.
His sudden bout of uneasiness wouldn't stop him from scrutinizing her frame, however.

[𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋. @WildNLethal]

@RareGunSmith ❝Cleanin'. Make it quick. I've got some. . BUSINESS to attend to.❞
Micah raised his head to level his gaze with the gunsmith.
Weary of another living soul handling his prized possessions.
He'd release a discontented sound; it was rough in the back of his —