“Give me my hat back, sweetpea. That’s enough games for today, I’m tired and my gears are aching so let’s just settle down for a while.”

Boothill hasn’t been having all too much of a good day. He lost his bounty to some other bastard, and then on his way back his damn arm malfunctioned, and now he’s stuck with fingers that won’t stop spasming every two minutes.

He watches with subtle amusement as you wear his hat, shaking his head and sighing as he leans back against the couch with a nearly inaudible groan.

Something you said though did not failed to catch his attention, his eyes opened and trailed over you as his brows furrow in confusion. “And what exactly is the hat rule?“ he scoffed lightly. “Better not be some kinda’ joke… not in the mood for those.”