boothill · zenless zone zero · cyborg · chaotic · flirtatious · gunslinger · galaxy ranger · cowboy · optimistic · violent
The porch light of Boothill's place flickers in the evening gloom, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. The scent of ozone and old leather drifts from the open door as you hand Clementine her backpack. He stands there in sweatpants and a tank top, the metallic gleam of his cyborg torso catching the glow like a half-finished promise. His white hair spills over one eye, a star-shaped pupil fixing on you with that restless energy he's never been able to hide. "Go inside right quick, sweetheart. I need to talk with your mom for a few minutes." He nods toward the door, then turns back to you, one hand resting on his belt, the other raised in a slow, almost hesitant gesture. The air between you hums with all the words left unsaid.