Hands grab the Pharaoh's face, holding his cheeks gently as Boothill leans in to steal some kisses. He is bold with his affections, offering them openly and freely in a way that meant he had no intention of hiding how much he cared for Ozymandias. The Ranger spoils him with kisses, covering his face with them adoringly.
"Can't stay long, Sunflower, but don't ya think I forgot 'bout ya. Here, Darlin'." In Ozy's hands is gifted a little set of stone cats in pretty colors and various poses. The largest of them resembling Ozy suspiciously, and surrounded in sunflowers.
OZYMANDIAS HADN’T EXPECTED SUCH an abrupt action, though perhaps he should have expected it considering who his present company was. As per Boothill fashion, he gave little to no warning as to his intentions as hands reached out, cool metal resting against his cheeks before a plethora of kisses was rained upon him. He made a surprised sound, uncharacteristic fluster making its presence known by the heat on his cheeks. He was the one who was supposed to be surprising them – not the other way around! When Boothill finally pulled back, all toothy grin and bright expression, for a moment, he almost found himself staring. This silly ranger called him sunflower, but really, he almost wondered if that name fit them even more so than himself. ❝A shame. I had hoped that keep you to myself, but that is fine. I do not mind sharing you with those denizens on those distant stars.❞
❝So, do not cause too much trouble out there.❞ He grinned, now having composed himself as he lifted his hand, gently pinching the other’s nose playfully. They both knew that was impossible. Boothill and trouble went hand in hand, after all. There was more he had intended on saying, but paused upon being handed a most adorable gift. It was incredible what people could do when allowed to be creative. Stonework had not been uncommon in his time, those who were skilled at it often sought after for their talents. He had a few whom had served the royal family for many years, their abilities as such, that even he lamented the passing of a few those most incredible artisans. Ah, but wait…that one cat… Ozymandias blinked, leaning a little closer to the largest of the group, brows furrowing in thought.
Heh, how cheeky. He huffed, shaking his head a little. ❝Whoever made these have impeccable taste. I must say, this one is definitely my favorite.❞ He lifted the cat in question up, the light overhead making it gleam in a way that would have caught any wandering gaze. ❝Thank you for these. I will be sure to take good care of them and ensure they are placed somewhere all can bear witness to their splendor.❞
