[ txt ] Ranger, do enlighten me what that is under my very own bed, instead.
There is a silence around him that has others avoiding him like the plague; eyes glued to the phone for a couple of minutes before he seemed to stare off into space. For some reason, in the maze of his mind, Boothill had not thought to think about his... commission. The commission he had squirreled away under Ratio's bed due to he himself not having any real residence of his own. And yet somehow, Boothill had failed to think that Ratio would have any real reason to look under there.
Suddenly, his face felt hot, and he stammered frantically into this phone.
[TEXT] I--Listen Adonis, it ain't what it looks like, fudge'n hell, just leave it-
[TEXT] Don't look at it, I'm on m'way, don't ask nothin' else! Close yer eyes, s'just a dream or somethin'!!
@pantachorei