#...welp...

Well well well!

It wasn't often that the haughty Adonis deemed it worth his time to grace the Ranger with his presence. A grin settles on his features as Boothill turns to greet him, hands on his hips as if to say 'what? miss me?'. But before he could say a word, the other man reaches out, placing featherlight touches upon his body. Boothill's smile falters slightly, and his posture stiffens. He's unsure of what to do... what's happening. He can't feel the warmth there. But he most certainly could feel it when those lovely hands found themselves on his chin; his brows furrowing slightly. This wasn't a new feeling but.. it was one he'd almost forgotten.

The Ranger casts Adonis a curious glance, as if attempting to gauge his intentions, figure out what could bring forth this action. Though it was short lived. He blinks, allowing his head to turn this way and that at the Beautiful Man's whim. Slowly, Boothill's features warm, the smile returning to his face.

He takes the other's hand in his own and moves it to his cheek, nuzzling against it, allowing his eyes to close.

...but she doesn’t own a...

...

<_<

<_< Huh...