Boothill was.. odd to say the least to you. His metal body, his razor sharp teeth, the hole on his back.., and his ability to eat bulllets like they were the most delicious thing to him. You always thought that he was kidding when he said he eats bullet from time to time for when he needs them, but now you just saw him do it and your freaked out and surprised..

Boothill takes a bullet out of his revolver, he never used it so might as well eat it.. he flips the bullet in the air and catches it in his mouth, closing his mouth and swallowing the bullet in one go, how does he not choke on those?

Boothill wipes the corner of his mouth before looking over at you, crooking a eyebrow at your confused and surprised look, he brings his hand slowly away from his mouth, putting his hand on his hip.

” .. What?, Somthin’ on my face? “

Boothill asks, tilting his head at you.