a lil bit sleepy

moving on;

I like to think looking after his body is something he takes a lot of pride in doing. It keeps him rooted and if anything goes wrong he'd figured it out fast

Has a temperature regulator close to his collarbone to regulate this head's temperature (since he doesn't have a body anymore). Takes in heat from the fuel cell and also has a coolant line running through it to adjust the temp.

He prefers mixing his own coolant using antifreeze and water over buying the premade stuff. Gives him more control over what goes into him and he just likes to keep tabs on everything about his body.

Distilled water only. Demineralized water? fudge no, and don't even think about suggesting tap water

Not too picky about the color but prefers blue, just makes it easier to check for leaks (yellow makes it look like he peed himself and red is, well, blood)

Flushes the reservoir once a year even thought that's not necessary. He just had it go bad once (the sickly sweet smell covered him for days) so he's not willing to take any risks

Doesn't need oil on the inside since the fuel cell has no moving parts but he does need lube for his joints. Has a preference for synthetic oil so yes, he still smells like oil. rejoice.

He takes in oxygen from various parts of his body and also expels a lot of vapor during fights, it's partly why he wears such little clothes.

The main inlets are the small holes under his chest but sorta outwards? These ones

And the holes in his hands as well. If you happen to touch those parts you'd feel some suction but he will get mad so maybe don't do that

Other less notable inlets are his chest + ab plates. They move apart slightly and can take in air if needed, but due to how much he moves around they're not that reliable, it's just a safety net.

He can store a small oxygen tank if he ventures anywhere with none of it (like in water or just on a planet with no air) but it limits his movements so he prefers not to.

As for the exhaust, it comes out from between the silver plate on his back.

Usually it's just low pressure steam. People wouldn't even notice it

but when he get's in a fight, he consumes more fuel, so steam can come out full force and hot enough to cause third degree burns to the unfortunate soul standing behind him.

If you listen closely you'll here his air inlets making noise too, it's why he gets very noise during battles.

It's hard for him to go stealth mission like this so he has a feature to block the exhaust when needed, it cools the steam down into water and stores it until he has time to empty it out.

In colder places he just straight up starts dripping water down his back when fighting. Yes it's safe to drink, no you can't lick his back maybe if you ask nicely he'll let y-

ps: DON'T drink water from a hydrogen car. The water itself is initially drinkable (literally just pure H2O) but by the time it comes out it's already been in contact with the inside of the exhaust pipe and you don't know what kinda dust/gunk gets in there.

Boothill posts a single blurry photo of his hand feeding a chipmunk and people lose their goddamn minds. he follows this up an hour later with a photo of the same chipmunk sitting on his shoulder that is somehow even blurrier than the last and it briefly trends on the front page. a week later he uploads a video of him playing a harmonica by a campfire, once again barely in frame, lit only by the flickering fire. people brighten the video in a desperate attempt to get a better look at his face, but there's nothing identifiable. someone posts a slightly unhinged video examining the tiniest pixels in every screencap of him that they can find, claiming that he's definitely a halovian because of some extremely blurry details, and you technically can't deny it as a possibility because there are no clear shots of where his halo or wings would be. naturally this severely divides fans, and several other theories about his species pop up over the course of a few days. many people are called morons from all sides.

the REAL drama comes when he posts a picture where he's holding what looks suspiciously like an extremely precious meteorite-formed gem that was stolen during a private IPC auction two weeks ago. this post is also notable because it's the first time he's used a caption and it's literally just "lol". naturally people quickly connects the dots and realize that he's BOOTHILL, that crazy motherfucker with the vendetta against the IPC, and why the fuck is he posting nature photos and videos of him feeding birds and shit. silvergunshura fans are instantly divided by discourse about whether or not it's ethical to be a fan. "silvergun fans dni" and "silvergun antis dni" become staples in the bios of people invested in the drama. a bunch of fans start using his substitute swears, and whether or not this is ironic is extremely debatable. the business of cyborg modifications has a moderate boom. anti-IPC sentiments have a notable increase, but now the people doing serious exposés and earnest discussion about the humanitarian crimes of the IPC that are concealed from the public are constantly called simps. there's a brief stint with a handful of Boothill copycat crimes that are all solved within the week.

people unsuccessfully try to hunt down any other potential socials to no avail, but this does spawn a massive wave of fake accounts on a million different platforms, which obviously successfully baits a ton of people. the drama gets even spicier when the moderators shut down his account. one of the mods gets doxxed by an outraged fan. even more fake accounts pop up. Boothill comes back less than a week later as @.silvercowboy244 like nothing happened. his returning post is a crooked picture of a sorta weird looking tree, and he's pointing toward the top left of the frame. the caption is just "bird?" and nobody can figure out what the FUCK that's supposed to mean, because there's no bird visible in the picture, nor is there a bird nest in the tree. conspiracy theories and decoders are immediately chomping at the bit trying to figure out if it has some kind of secret meaning.

tons of people try to use his posts to pinpoint his location for clout or the bounty money or to find him in person and beg him to let them give him head, but he never posts them exactly when they're taken, and nobody can figure out what the fuck logic he's using to pick his next destination. there's an IPC investigation. his accounts keep getting banned but he keeps coming back like a cockroach. dedicated fan archives are made to preserve all of his shitty photos. he never acknowledges any of the drama.

if you're fortunate enough to know Boothill personally and you ask him about all of that weird shit with his socials, he just shrugs and says, "yep, i keep gettin' locked out. can't remember passwords for shirt." if you ask him what he thinks of all the drama surrounding his online presence, he gives you the most bewildered expression you've ever seen on his face. "what the fork are you yappin' about?? what do you mean i got "band" ?? disk horse??? docksing???? i think you've got a few screws loose buddy" and he promptly forgets about the entire ordeal and goes back to posting blurry nature pictures like literally nothing happened.