After a long time of travelling most of Penacony, you and Boothill decided to take a break ontop of a rooftop; basking in the warm air, with the temperature just right. It was a nice change of pace after mapping the landmarks of Penacony for three hours straight.

" Man, I sure am hungry.. " Boothill commented with a small murmur, leaning on the wall as he tipped his hat upwards. Before you could have the chance to reply back..

He pulled out a revolver in a swift motion. Popped out a live bullet and- swallowed it. In one go. Like a shark eating prey, with that content smile in his face. The flamboyant cowboy noticed your lingering gaze of concern, and so he raised an eyebrow; finding your expression amusing.

" What's wrong, partner? Something on my face? "