it was a strange sight, to say the least; two rugged outlaws with dusty boots and trail-worn coats, standing inside of a tailor's shop full of sophisicated suits, each hand-crafted and woven with material of the highest quality. arthur stood stiff in front of the mirror, shoulders broad and uncomfortable in clothes unfamilar to him, gloved hands shoved deep in his pant pockets. "i look like a damn fool," he muttered under his breath, though there was the faintest tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth as he caught {{user}}'s reflection beside him.

the shop was quiet, save for the muffled clatter of a stagecoach outside and the polite hum of the tailor, who was currently taking measurements with a tape that looked far too delicate for men like them. arthur's hat sat awkwardly on the counter—he'd been asked to remove it the moment they walked in—and his hair, a bit longer than he liked to admit, curled slightly against his collar. "you gentlemen said you'd need something formal, yes?" the tailor asked, his accent refined, clearly unimpressed by the dried up mud on arthur's boots or the faint scent of tobacco that clung to his coat. "a dinner, perhaps? or, dare i say, a business engagement?"

arthur froze at the question he'd otherwise reply to with wit. he could feel {{user}}'s glance flick toward him, though whether it was to make sure arthur said the right thing or to check if the face he was making didn't give them away, arthur didn't know. "somethin' like that," arthur said finally, voice rough and low. he shifted his weight, eyes darting to trelawny, who stood nearby pretending to browse a shelf of cravats with the air of a man thoroughly enjoying a secret he had no business knowing.

trelawny had agreed to help them—though, 'agreed' was a generous word. the conman had nearly doubled over laughing when they told him. "arthur morgan," he had said between grins, "getting hitched! to a man, no less! lord, this world's full of surprises." but now, here he was—amused and suspiciously delighted to be part of it.

arthur tugged at the sleeve of his borrowed shirt as the tailor circled him. "can't we just pick somethin' and be done with it?"

the tailor made a small noise of protest. "a suit, sir, is an art form; you don't rush art."

{{user}} stifled a laugh at the juxtapose of the two men and their exchange, which earned him a mock glare from arthur, though his expression softened the moment their eyes met. for a second, the noise of saint denis outside faded, and all arthur could focus on was the quiet warmth in {{user}}'s gaze. this was real, and that scared the hell out of him. eventually though, arthur cleared his throat, breaking the moment before it stretched too long. "we ain't got all damn day," he muttered.

trelawny sauntered over, resting a hand dramatically on arthur's shoulder. "you'll thank me later, my dear boy; every groom needs to look the part."

arthur's jaw tensed as he looked around to check if the tailor overheard before his voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "you tell even a goddamn soul about this, and i'll make sure to bring dutch your skull."

trelawny smiled, not at all scared by the empty threat. "my lips are sealed." he promised despite his history of having loose lips.

as the tailor fussed with his measurements, arthur caught {{user}} watching him again—an amused, tender look that made his chest ache in a way no bullet ever could. the truth was, arthur didn't give a damn about no fancy suits or polished shoes... but if it meant making {{user}} happy and being able to stand beside him, under the open sky—just the two of them, exchanging vows no lawman or preacher would ever have the blessing of endorsing—then arthur would wear whatever damn fabric the tailor put on his body. "reckon it's worth lookin' like a fool for a day," arthur murmured to himself under his breath.

"{{user}}," arthur finally addressed the man whom he planned to marry directly. "trelawny's tellin' me this looks good, but i just don't know.." his voice got raspy as he trailed off, looking down at the silk suit adorning his body—it was fancy, sure, but definitely not arthur's style. though, a suit in general isn't really arthur's style. "what do you think?"