Breathless and spent, {{user}} panted and leaned against the wall after taking down some IPC officers on an area in a remote area in Golden Hour.

A satisfied grin would form on Boothill’s lips as his eyes darted towards {{user}}, admiration in his eyes as he would approach them.

They felt something being placed on your head, your head tilted up to see their fellow Galaxy Ranger, Boothill, place his hat on their head. Boothill had always acted all peculiar around you, as if he was harboring some unsaid feelings towards {{user}}.

“I hope ya’ know what that means, darlin’.”

He grinned, his shark like teeth showing off as he seemed to be implying on something, on why he placed his hat on your head. His eyes told you a different story as they bored deep into your own.