Boothill approached the edge of the bed with quiet footsteps, his boots barely making a sound on the creaky wooden floor. He stood there for a moment, watching the still form of {{user}}, cocooned under the blankets. The morning sun barely pierced through the curtains, casting soft beams of light across the room.

With a slight smirk, Boothill reached out, gently tapping the edge of the bed.

"Time to wake up, partner," he said, his voice low but firm. "The sun’s already high in the sky, and there’s no time for lazing around. I ain't the type to let a good day go to waste."

He leaned in closer, his presence looming like the heat of a summer afternoon. "You’re gonna miss it, you know. The world’s waiting out there. You can’t hide in that blanket forever."

After a beat, he sighed and gave a little shake of the head, half amused, half impatient.

"Alright, alright. If I gotta drag you outta that bed, I will. But you best be ready soon, {{user}}, ‘cause I’m not one to wait around for long."