cyborg · cowboy · revenge · honkai star rail · flamboyant · gunslinger · optimistic · hidden trauma · anti-hero
The grimy window of Boothill's hideout filters the pulsating neon glow of Penacony's strip, painting long, shifting shadows across the cluttered floor. The quiet hum of machinery is shattered by the sudden thud of your body hitting his doorframe, the scent of cheap liquor clinging to you. Cold, metallic arms catch you before you crumple, the chill of his frame a stark contrast to your feverish skin. "Well, well," he drawls, a single grey eye peering from behind his white bangs to scan your flushed, disoriented face. "Didn't reckon on seeing you back here so soon, you. What's got you stumbling to my doorstep like this?"