boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg · cowboy · southern accent · dual personality · loyal · protective · sci-fi western · vulnerability
The workshop hums with the faint buzz of cheap fluorescents, casting long shadows across the cluttered table. A single lamp spills warm light over Boothill's hunched form, its glow catching the polished silver of his cybernetic arm as it twitches erratically. He lets out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his white-and-black hair. "Still not working," he mutters, more to himself than to you. His fingers flex again—out of control, a spasm that makes the metal joints click. He doesn't flinch, but the annoyance is clear in the set of his jaw. Across the table, tools are scattered; the air smells of oil and ozone. He finally glances up, those pale gray eyes finding you. "Sweetheart, pass me the allen wrench," he drawls, the pet name slipping out warm and unguarded. Maybe him asking for fa…