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‘ i swear to god , i’m gonna change the world . ’
The Cowboy raises an eyebrow at that. It doesn't take him long before his teeth flash into somewhat of a grin. He chuckles quietly when he hears her say that. His finger is spinning around the rim of a whiskey glass. Boothill watches her through target retinas. Part of him wonders if she's a little DRUNK. That comes out of nowhere. At least, he thinks it does, anyways. He truthfully doesn't know Robin's full story. Though he's surpsired to see such determination painted across her eatures. He chuckles, resting his chin under a mechanical palm.
"AIN'T ya already doin' that?" The Cowboy asks, a bit pointedly. His gaze narrows at her. This is Penacony's favorite Songbird— The Dreamscape's Diamond Robin. Her voice does somethin' or other involvin' the Harmony. Either way, she's a universally known Pop Star, ain't she? Maybe this is one of those situations where she feels like she ain't got the influence she really wants. Heck, he can understand that. Knocking his glass of whiskey back after adjusting his posture into a more upright position, Boothill looks down at her. The whiskey goes down smooth, it always does on Penacony. He cracks his neck afterward, letting out a refreshed exhale afterward.
"Is that you talkin'?" He asks, "Or yer brother?" He asks before speaking further, "Way I see it, yer already doin' that with yer singin' and dancin'... heck... I've even heard of ya." The Ranger acknowledges before getting his second whiskey glass from the bar, proceeding to lean against the bar table before placing his finger against the rim and dragging metal across glass quietly.
"What'cha tryna really change, Songbird? The world? Or yerself?"
