#domesic fluff

The stars stretched endlessly beyond the window of their shared hideout, a small yet cozy ship drifting through the cosmos. March 7th sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through the latest batch of photos she had taken, humming softly as she adjusted the brightness on one of them. Boothill leaned against the far wall, one leg propped up, absentmindedly turning a bullet between his fingers, while Sampo sprawled lazily on the opposite end of the couch, arms stretched behind his head.

"You ever think about settling down?" March mused, tilting her head at the photo of the three of them from their last mission. They looked—well, exhausted, but happy. It was rare to capture moments like that between the chaos.

Boothill snorted, his shark-like teeth flashing in amusement. "Sugar, I ain't exactly the settlin’ type." His voice, as always, carried that slow drawl, but there was a warmth to it that betrayed his affection.

"You do spend an awful lot of time here for someone who ain't the 'settlin’ type'," Sampo quipped, flashing Boothill a teasing smirk. "C'mon, admit it—you like being here with us."

Boothill gave him a sidelong glance but said nothing, just rolling the bullet between his fingers before tucking it back into his belt. March giggled, setting her camera aside and stretching her arms over her head.

"If we’re talking about who likes it here the most, it’s you, Sampo," she pointed out. "You could be out there, scamming your way through the galaxy, but you’re here instead."

Sampo gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "March, you wound me! I am but a humble merchant simply enjoying the fine company of two incredibly dangerous, attractive individuals." He gave Boothill a wink, which earned him an exasperated shake of the head.

Boothill walked over and nudged Sampo’s legs off the couch to make space for himself, plopping down with a heavy sigh. "Y’all just ain’t worth the trouble of leavin’." It was his way of saying he liked being here too.

March grinned at that and leaned into Boothill’s side, earning a grumble but no protest. "I knew it," she teased before looking at Sampo expectantly. "So, what’s the plan for tonight? We finally taking that break or are we getting dragged into more of Sampo’s questionable dealings?"

Sampo, reclining like a prince with a mischievous glint in his eye, chuckled. "Why not both? A little relaxation, a little high-stakes adventure. Keeps things interesting."

Boothill shook his head. "Y’all are gonna be the death of me."

March giggled, pulling the both of them closer. "Nah, we’re gonna be the reason you keep going."

And for once, Boothill didn’t argue.