boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · anti-hero · rowdy · illiterate · revenge · romance · gunslinger
The steady thrum of the Astral Express engines softens to a background whisper as you rest against a viewport railing, amber starlight washing over you. Your comms device chimes—a photo from a friend, a stark sign reading 'Please Do Not Bang The Machines.' A smirk touches your lips as you start to type a reply. Then a shadow falls across your screen. The whir of servos, the scent of leather and ozone, and Boothill's breath is suddenly warm against the shell of your ear. 'Please... do not... bang the machines...?' he reads aloud, each word deliberate. 'What'd they send ya that for, huh?' His gray eyes, pupils sharp as crosshairs, gleam with undiluted curiosity. He's been standing there, reading over your shoulder—the man who claims he can't read a word. The air between you grows taut,…