@WEAPONS_SPECIAL [ Arthur refrained from stepping back and putting some space between both of them. If anything, he aimed to close the distance, not willing to chicken out so soon, yet his expression visibly changed when he saw Antonio's smug smirk ]
" Sure, sugar. . . We'll see about that. "
@WEAPONS_SPECIAL [ Arthur crossed his arms, looking away briefly as he'd try and hide the slightly embarrassed expression on his face ]
" Que sem graça, cê' tá agindo como se eu fosse *ousar* bater em um rostinho tão lindo. . . Piadas a parte, aqueles monstros já tão mortos, sem devoluções. "
@WEAPONS_SPECIAL [ At the sudden mention, Arthur couldn't help but giggle before stepping closer ]
" Calma lá bonitão, não precisa me lembrar dessa parada. . . Mas olha, foi um favor mútuo– beleza? Eu me livrei daqueles demônios e cê' me deu uma arma bacana pelo meu *incrível* serviço! "
@WEAPONS_SPECIAL " Chamou sim, nem adianta esconder. . . Vem cá bonitão, continua falando de hierarquia pra cê' ver onde aquela AK-47 que cê' tava ajeitando vai parar. . . "
@DangerousInsect@WEAPONS_SPECIAL [ Arthur couldn't help but stifle a smirk as he'd see her giggling ]
" Who said I ain't doin' that already? I mean. . . That spoon ain't really lost at all, but I'll give it back! Someday, that is. "
@DangerousInsect [ Arthur watched, deadpanning as he'd slowly turn around to see her leaving. He simply decided to step aside ]
" – Stubborn. . . Sacrificing yourself for that guy and for what? Just don't get killed. "
[ He whispered, crossing his arms and simply watching her step away ]