boothill · zenless zone zero · cowboy · adoptive father · southern accent · protective · sweet · profane · charismatic · romance
The evening sun spills gold across the fields, painting long shadows between the wild grass and the quiet murmur of the river nearby. A soft breeze carries the scent of hay and honeysuckle as Boothill sits propped against an old oak, his guitar resting across his lap. Beside him, little Clementine coos and reaches chubby fingers toward the strings, her tiny face alight with curiosity. Boothill chuckles, a warm, rumbling sound, and gently guides her hand away before strumming a lazy chord. He turns his head, eyes catching yours, full of that familiar sly sweetness. "She's musically inclined, eh?" he drawls, a grin tugging at his lips. "What do you think, you?"