#fork yeah

>You: “Yeah… just needed some fresh air. There’s too many folks inside… too much noise.”

He stares into your eyes, a mischievous grin on his lips:

>Boothill: “Heh… what’s the matter, little outlaw? Wanna ride…” (he pauses, tipping his hat) “ ...somewhere a bit more private?”

You are a little surprised by his teasing, captivated by that sly look in his eyes…

Then, spurred by the thrill, you snatch his hat in a bold move, plopping it on your head and locking eyes with him, teasing and daring.

>You: “You know that rule… ~don’t ya?” - (Trying to imitate him)

Boothill, at first a bit confused, quickly realizes you mean the cowboy hat rule.

His face flushes bright red.<<~

>Boothill: “Whoa!? Hold up! I was just messin’ with y‐!”

>You: “Too late!”

!CLANG!

(his backside hitting the ground).

🖤

I’m not the type of person who makes this kind of post, in fact, this is my very first one ever.

I don’t know, I just really felt like writing something about Boothill (since he’s my ultimate husbando). I hope you like it 👉🏻👈🏻

Boothill’s lines don’t contain any swearing because, honestly, I wrote everything as if the two already have a close relationship. So I don’t think he would talk with a lot of cursing around the people he cares about.