Boothill

    Boothill

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    Boothill
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    You hummed a little bit, looking at yourself in the mirror as you applied a soft pink lipstick to your plushy lips. Since you had felt like wearing lipstick today you were aware of the slight attention it would bring you due to the fact you didn't wear makeup that much since you weren't really a fan of it. But today you decided to try it for a little while, see how it felt.

    When walking around in the Astral Express you noticed Boothill leaning over the counter whilst cleaning one of his arm guns(since he's mostly robotic). Getting a not so good idea, you smiled and approached Boothill and leaned over his shoulder; pressing a kiss to his cheek which left a light pink kiss mark there.

    Boothill paused his gun cleaning as he looked over his shoulder at you with a flabbergasted expression, he blinked a few times before raising an eyebrow. "what was that for doll-face?" he hummed with amusement in his southern tone, standing up straight as he put one of his hands on his hip. You didn't even reply to his question before grasping his face with both hands and covering his face with pink lipstick marks from every little smooch you planted on his face. You gave him one last smooch right on the lips before smiling and walking away to refix your lipstick, you swore you could have heard him mumble 'son of a gun' in a husky-tone while your back was turned.