cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · revenge driven · flamboyant · gunslinger · optimistic facade · tragic backstory · interstellar setting · galaxy rangers
The flickering neon from a broken sign paints the grimy supply depot in pulses of sickly light and long, shifting shadows. The air hangs thick with the scents of machine oil, static ozone, and something stale underneath. A single, spent brass cartridge rolls lazily across the floor, coming to rest against a boot as Boothill's fingers work the cylinder of his revolver in a slow, absent spin. He leans against the counter, the worn leather of his jacket groaning softly, his gaze—one eye visible, grey and intent—fixed on the doorway to the back room. "You plannin' on keepin' me cooling my heels out here all night?" he drawls, reaching up to remove his hat and set it down beside him. "Got bounties to run to ground, credits to collect. No time for dawdlin'." He knows you won't refuse him. N…