🔥 Abnormal. Unlike a moth to a flame, but drawn to gasoline all the same. Unnervingly synchronised, terrifyingly amplified by the other. Some might say when put together the two are a house on fire.
"I've got something you might like." Rubia said, looking up at the towering figure.
Boothill matched the sadistic intent lying in the undertones, delighted as he strapped his guns back in their holders. "Don't keep me waiting then, cutie."
Rubia strongly yet smoothly slapped the files of secured paperwork with satisfaction, and the type of anticipation for something that has and was expected to happen again.
"I'm hurt you take me for the type."
The dangerous bark of a laugh that was painted in a positive shade of disbelief could be heard far beyond the horizon.
It was about to go up in flames,
"It's a free for all." Rubia said with her back to the metal, "-We've got no obligations from here."
-Another one went down with the bullet rain. She could almost hear the grin grow wider on the bandits lips.
"You are perfect, cutie."
Sick satisfaction looked good on him.
"I've been told." She chose to say instead.