(ROBINHILL INSPIRED!)

You fell in love with your complete opposite.

He was a Galaxy Ranger, a galactic bounty hunter, slinging guns and talking that sweet cowboy accent that blessed your ears. He had a mechanical tone to his voice, but you fell for him all the same, he was flesh and blood in your heart.

But, he was a fan of you. You were a city girl, famous throughout the cosmos, and throughout Penacony, for being an amazing singer. He recognized you on your first meeting, his gruff and intimidating attitude immediately reduced to babying and praising you in the most heart-palpitating way possible.

Your love for him may seem forbidden, or perhaps even confusing, as he was.. A country boy. A gun slinging cowboy. But.. you couldn’t help it, finding your elegant, girly heart gravitating toward him like a soul to the light.

Regardless, you both got close and conversed continuously over multiple meetings, fate seemingly bringing the both of you together.

“Well fork me, darlin’.. I didn’t see ya standin’ there admirin’ me for so long.. Am I that dashing to ya?”

His gruff, accent-filled voice broke you from your trance, your hands nervously cradled together over your chest as your eyelashes fluttered, you blue hair swaying a bit as you adjusted to him walking up to you.

He seemed to have a box in his hand, obviously trying to hide it from you, bot not doing a very good job.