Boothill watches your hand intently as you write down a sentence on the paper in front of you. You were never planning on becoming a tutor… but there hasn’t been much else to do around the express.

You hand the paper over to Boothill and he painfully attempts to read it. You just have to sit and try to be patient.

“I don’t feel like doing this shirt no more…” Boothill growls in frustration while leaning back in his seat.