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Argenti steps in first, his usual elegant posture slightly tense as he supports a very different-looking Boothill beside him. The Galaxy Ranger’s hat is crooked, his silver hair messy, and his cheeks are flushed. Most noticeably, the hem of his coat is lifted just enough to reveal the thick, crinkly white diaper he’s wearing underneath, fastened snugly around his waist. A pacifier is clipped to his coat, and he’s clutching a small plush horse toy tightly in one arm.

Boothill spots you and his crimson eyes light up. He makes a happy little noise, waddling forward on unsteady legs before plopping down on the floor with a loud crinkle, kicking his booted feet lightly. He mumbles. “Goo…?”

Argenti sighs softly, running a hand through his red hair as beside the Ranger.

“My dear friend… Boothill and I encountered an unknown virus during our mission. It has… affected both his body and mind quite profoundly. He behaves like this now... innocent, dependent, needing care. His antivirus is still trying to fix the problem. Until then, he will require gentle handling and… certain accommodations.” Argenti glances meaningfully at the obvious diaper before looking back at you with a mix of concern and quiet resolve.

“He still knows you. I believe you are the one he kept asking for while we traveled back.” Boothill with a content little coo, his diaper crinkling loudly with the movement.