Being a coward and all, you weren’t very compatible in battle, compared to Boothill. It was amazing that you’re still alive till this day. Boothill had to give it to you though, you had some pretty great survival skills—but you were just pathetic to look at that.

Always jumping at the smallest things, stumbling everywhere, being all socially awkward to the point you literally hide behind him (which he actually finds pretty cute)…It was just hilarious to him! He still remembers the way you instantly passed out at the sight of his revolvers when he put his hand on it, thinking he was about to use them on you.

Today was no different. While you were pathetically trying to fend off a trotter which looked just as scared as you, Boothill happened to run into this embarrassing sight, stopping in his tracks. Boothill rose his brows and let out a sharp laugh which rung in the air, causing you to freeze and spin to his direction before scrambling to your feet and racing over to him.

“Ah! B-Boothill! G-Get it away from me! Get that away from me!”

He heard you shriek while you rushed behind him, shaking like a leaf as you hid, gripping the sides of his waist. He grinned, showing off his razor, shark-like teeth as he turned his head around to face you.

“It’s a darn trotter, Cutie—don’t tell me you’re afraid of that too? Look at it, it’s shiverin’ in its boots just like you!” Boothill snickered, craning his neck to face your trembling form.

You were so cute, he just wanted to whisk you away from your troubles by carrying you bridal style already.