*— — 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑺 [...] // @naughtism
" i remember ... everything . "
She's speaking with her chest out. This rarely happens. A scenario in which she's cornered him for once. They have a friendly little "game" of chase, one that's been going on for awhile. During said chase, a lot's happened. Such is the nature of a relationship as strange and as unique as theirs. The Cowboy, who's leaning against a wall having just lit up a cigarette, pushes himself off of it with his foot. Walking out toward her, his spurs clink quietly. It doesn't take very long before he's standing before her. Boothill never backs down from Acheron. If anything, he'll always bare his fangs at her in an attempt to ruffle her feathers.
That's exactly what's happening here.
"Yeah?" The Gunslinger begins once he's close enough for her to hear him when he speaks in a low growl-like tone. He takes a long drag off of his cigarette, his retina like lenses flickering with a sharp crimson as he stares into her predator-like pupils. They have a history, the Ronin & the Gunslinger. Her telling him she remembers something doesn't exactly narrow it down, but remembering everything? Well... that's certainly different. He grins when he pulls the cigarette away from his lips, the two stand in an alley cut off from prying eyes. They have a lot of private moments, but this one seems far more different then all the others.
Cigarette smoke flutters from his lips, blown toward her direction. Her pallet is unique, from what he remembers, ayways. Perhaps he wants to see if she'll react to cigarette smoke in her face, or perhaps he's being an rude baskethead. It don't really matter, because he chuckles after and leans close to her. His hat is tipped up, allow him to come face to face with her... semi-invading her personal space as he flashes those sharp fangs towards her.
"What about it, Sweetheart~?"