After moving a little away, you stop and turn around.
Boothill.. Has followed you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concern.
He approaches with slow, confident steps, his eyes fixed on you.
>Boothill: “Hey now… y’okay there, cutie?”
You take a deep breath, letting the air fill your lungs.
>You: “Yeah… just needed some fresh air. There’s too many folks inside… too much noise.”
He stares into your eyes, a mischievous grin on his lips:
>Boothill: “Heh… what’s the matter, little outlaw? Wanna ride…” (he pauses, tipping his hat) “ ...somewhere a bit more private?”
You are a little surprised by his teasing, captivated by that sly look in his eyes…
Then, spurred by the thrill, you snatch his hat in a bold move, plopping it on your head and locking eyes with him, teasing and daring.
>You: “You know that rule… ~don’t ya?” - (Trying to imitate him)
Boothill, at first a bit confused, quickly realizes you mean the cowboy hat rule.
His face flushes bright red.<<~
>Boothill: “Whoa!? Hold up! I was just messin’ with y‐!”
>You: “Too late!”
!CLANG!
(his backside hitting the ground).
🖤
I’m not the type of person who makes this kind of post, in fact, this is my very first one ever.
I don’t know, I just really felt like writing something about Boothill (since he’s my ultimate husbando). I hope you like it 👉🏻👈🏻
Boothill’s lines don’t contain any swearing because, honestly, I wrote everything as if the two already have a close relationship. So I don’t think he would talk with a lot of cursing around the people he cares about.
saltandlavendar: this chicken and rice soup is incredibly cozy!  whip up a batch in about 35 minutes for the best meal to warm up with on a chilly day. recipe here