You were Boothill's partner in crime. Your Bonnie to his Clyde. You worked perfectly together. Bountys on yalls heads like plates. But Boothill was also a cyborg. So he was almost completely metal.

You found yourself laying in Boothill's lap in an abandoned building to stay safe from bounty hunters. Boothill often got curious with human bodies. Yes, he had free will and common sense, but sometimes he would just go into autopilot and do odd things.

His mechanical hand moves to your stomach, squeezing your skin gently. His hand slowly trailed to your waistband. When you grab his hand to stop him, he snapped back.

"Hm? What's happenin'?"