Aw he's cute ain't he? Boothill thinks to himself, as he watches Welt fumble and explain himself. It was just a little bit of fun, teasing and whatnot. But the direction of his reasoning steers in a... well. He didn't really think that far ahead, did he? Selfish maybe; a comfort he could turn to when he had a moments rest. And it had rather quickly turned from playful banter, to whatever it was now. What... was it now? Hard to say really, as if putting a name it to it might ruin it.
" You should end this—this game of yours. "
" Hey hey now- hold up. " he might be rough around the edges, stubborn, and quick to reach for his gun. But he knows damn well when a situation needs a much more delicate approach. " Who says it's a game? Do ya see me just foolin' around with anyone here? " making a vague gesture to... the room. " You don't owe me nothin' for it either. " tone is kept as gentle as possible with the rasp present. And his hands are at the moment, kept to himself just in case. " Yeah, sure I get whatcha mean, but just cause I ain't said anythin' doesn't mean I'm playin' with ya. I just... "
A pause.
" Didn't know what t' say... I guess? "
cont. / @1stherrscher











