Boothill had attended this party at the Radiant Fieldspar to celebrate the Charmony festival, not until a very intriguing person had been caught in his peripheral vision. He sipped on his glass of SoulGlad before approaching the person. The two talked for awhile and it eventually led into something more intimate.

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The next day, Boothill would wake up when he noticed clothes all discared all over the floor. Thank goodness he was a cyborg or else things would’ve taken a turn for the worse.

He groaned upon feeling a throbbing headache, probably he drank too much yesterday. Although, when he felt something touching his head, he flinched. His Synesthesia Beacon had to get in the way of him saying inappropriate words it seems.

“What the fork?! Oh, good mornin’, sunshine.”

He grinned, showing off his shark-like teeth. He would also notice that you were bare like him as well. He’d get a grasp on what happened last night and he felt a tinge of blue spread to his cheeks.