Sizeable amounts of her focus goes towards understanding that heavy accent of his. If she thought long enough, she reckoned the name of an old planet would come to mind. Maybe Patrevia? Unlikely. Those questions would be saved for another day.

"That is a shame..." Yanfei spoke slowly, clearly still figuring out what to make of that information. Plenty of creatures fed without having a mouth but not having a stomach was a different situation entirely.

It felt rude to imply she feared being bitten because of the state of his teeth. In truth, when she asked if he bit, it was his trigger finger she meant to reference using that as a polite pretense instead. He was intimidating, if nothing else. Who wouldn’t be nervous at the sight of a gun resting at his side and… a mouth full of sharp chompers? Still, while the hardened exterior certainly played its part, it had been his eyes that truly made her hesitate. There was something cutting in them at first glance ⸻ something that warned predator. How lovely, then, to discover how soft those sharp eyes could become.

Claudette wrings her hands in the folds of her dress and offers him a hesitant smile. ❝ Merci beaucoup. I imagine I don’t taste very good anyway… I work with very bitter herbs, you know. ❞ She delivers the joke softly, her sunny little face flushed pink with heat.

* 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅, @graverider .

A hellish red glinted behind the one eye of the demished scholar as he tried to pull a fast one on the cowboy, he was about to grab their hair as a warning but he was completely caught off guard as his wrist was gripped hard and he was then pulled hard into the other’s chest with such force behind it.

He smirked as he heard their warning once his head was firmly trapped between their’s arm, he would then speak.

“Oh? Pop my head off like a bottle cap you say? Such a strong buff behind your threat but something in your eyes tells me you won’t do such a thing, correct me if wrong if you so wish to cowboy. My body has already been brought to ruin so you would only be doing me a favor, go on.”

He said the word cowboy with such sarcasm laced on his lips, he stayed where he stood as he didn’t dare move his hands to try to free his neck. The coreflame of reason pulsating within the hollowed eight pointed star on his chest, he knew that his days were already numbered as is.

Robin was aware of what a cowboy looked like and the comments that usually came with it. They were all sorts, and she heard them too when they sometimes managed to be together. It hurt her terribly, because of course, appearance shouldn't be one of the things a person is most loved or judged for. If she could make people stop paying attention to them, of course she would. But now, she knows Boothill needs that support, someone who will be there for him, and she is that person for him.

She felt those tender kisses on her hand, those loving kisses that give her incredible joy and that she loves so much. Even if his face were also made of metal—she would love them as much as she does now.

Despite everything, she was slightly worried by his words. She knows he likes to keep everything to himself. She wants to respect that, but she has to know. She has to find out. That's her duty now.

"Of course I'll do it, and I'm worried. Boothill. Even though you're a grown man and a big guy, it's nothing so disgusting to have someone's support. Not even mine." She had the impression from his words that he was ashamed or something. Still, that wouldn't stop her.

"I hate seeing you sad, hurt. Despite those smiles, I see emptiness and regret in you. Is it because of other people? If so… you know my opinion. I don't care what you look like or who you are. My heart belongs to you, and others can say whatever they want." The woman closed her hands in his head, forming a sandwich.

"You're the kindest man I know. Don't forget that. And besides" she sneered. "What if I told you I sprayed on that perfume you really like? I wasn't sure about the scent, but… it's quite pleasant. And you compliment me on it, so that's another plus."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀—— 𖦏 ⌯⁍ * putting this in Caelus' hands . ❛ reminded me of you, ❜ Boothill mentions .

Surprise Boothill Jumpscare!

"It's so cuddly and cute! Wait, does that mean you see me that way, too?" Yes, Caelus is cuddling the tiny raccoon plush with no shame in his game. Grown-ass man with a plushie? Damn right.

“ you're literally a work of art. ” she finally said, interlocking their fingers⎯⎯ nevermind how it sounded, she meant it. twintails bounced forward, falling from her shoulders as she leaned in closer to get a better look at their special guest: a space cowboy, only not just. haaa! andre was gonna lose his feathers when she got the chance to fill him in. yvonne could only hope for an opportunity to master this type of mech - tech to such an extent one day, and even beyond. the complexity behind it all simply fascinated her, and the potential possibilities? from her perspective?? endless. what a masterpiece of a man, seriously.