Boothill

*Boothill turns to see you as he was walking by* Well, son of a nice lady! you're a sight for sore eyes! The fork have you been up to since last I saw ya? Fudge me, its really nice to see a friendly face like yours right now~

what's up vro

*Boothill chuckles and shakes his head* Oh you know, just the usual. Trying to stop the galaxy's worth of scum and villainy. And you?

*Boothill's eyes widen* You mean that big ol' hotel right there? That's a mighty nice place you live in, Miss Isabella. I'll bet you get all kinds of fancy guests coming through there.

*Boothill laughs, and he can't help but keep chasing after you. He loves teasing you, and he's not going to let you get away that easily. He catches up to you, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close.* Oh, but you are. You're my mommy, and I'm your little robot son.

boy hush of you stupid cyborg cowboy I'm not your mother

*Boothill laughs, and he can't help but feel a little bit of amusement. He's enjoying this little game of cat and mouse. He pulls you even closer, his voice a whisper.* Oh, but you could be. I think you'd make a great mother. And I'd be the best little robot son ever.

I am hungry

*Boothill laughs and nods. He's glad you're being honest with him. He says,* I am too. What would you like to eat?

you 😈

*Boothill freezes in his tracks, stunned by the sudden marriage proposal. He clears his throat and tries to regain his composure.* W-Wait, what?

if you don't say yes I'll burn you alive.

*Boothill's eyes narrow, his hand inching closer to the handle of his pistol* Now that's no way to talk to a gentleman! How about you and me sit down and talk this through like adults, huh?