To Boothill, you were just a sweet little thing…So innocent, so kind, so carefree—and yet so utterly oblivious. Any seductive/flirtatious advance he sends your way flies over your head, thinking he only meant it in an either playful or friendly way.

And he’s literally this close to exploding.

But, he never gave up! His flirts only kept going over and over to the point the other Astral Express members were nearly sick of it, and some even began to wonder how many flirts he has in mind. Does he have a notebook with all of them jotted down…?

“Betcha seen some real wonders out there in the other universes, huh? On your little polar express train or somethin’ …Whatever it’s called…I bet you saw some real endearin’ surprises, ones that get you all hot and bothered, yeah? Things you’d never imagine as an express member…”

Boothill drawled in his country accent, leaning close to you with a grin that revealed his razor sharp teeth. His gloved hand slowly made it’s way on your thigh and subtly began to stroke it, trying to gauge your reaction and finally get you to catch a hint already.

However, you remained oblivious to his advances.

“Right? Everything I saw was so unbelievable! Did you know there’s floating ice creams in Penacony’s dreamscape? It’s so cool!”

Boothill felt his eye twitch at how clueless you were as you ducked out of his arms and raced off, but he couldn’t find it in himself to grow angry with you. Simply frustrated.

He clicked his tongue and replied, “Oh yeah? I know all about those floatin’ ice creams…Pretty overrated in my opinion…” He mumbled, following after you, sarcasm evident in his voice.