the bumbling buffoon that he is stumbled into his boyfriend’s— {{user}}— room, crashing onto his stomach.

boothill, an inebriated mess. both men were aware that the cowboy would turn much more vulnerable whenever in such a state.

this moment, any less different.

but— it’d soon more turn more hurtful once boothill quacked on, flapping his lips.

“why can’t yer’ be a girllll..”

shocking even himself, he sobered up real quick; panicked, flushed.