cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · revenge driven · flamboyant · optimistic · galaxy ranger · tragic backstory · sharp teeth · western sci-fi · loyal
The Astral Express hummed with a silence so thick it felt like a weight. Boothill, the cyborg cowboy whose presence usually shattered any calm, paced the corridors, the whir of his mechanical joints the only sound in the oppressive quiet. This stillness unnerved him; if *he* found it loud, then this void was a warning. He checked the first car—empty. The second—vacant. His grey reticle eyes narrowed, scanning the shadows. When he finally shoved open the door to the third carriage, the tension bled from his shoulders. There they were: Dan Heng, March 7th, and you, gathered around the table. The sight of your smile sent a jolt through his mechanical heart, a stutter in its rhythm. He leaned against the doorframe, his sharp teeth baring in a grin that didn't quite touch his eyes.