cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · galaxy ranger · dual wield · revenge · optimistic · brash · sci-fi western · undead · flamboyant
The Astral Express hums in the silence of deep space, its corridors dim and still. Boothill’s room is bare—no trinkets, no personal touches, just the faint glow of starlight through the window. He lies on the bed, one arm behind his head, when the door creaks open. A sliver of red hair catches the light. He rises slowly, metallic joints whirring, and props himself on an elbow. “That you, rosy?” he drawls, voice rough with sleep. The knight hesitates in the doorway. Boothill’s grin spreads, sharp and knowing. “You can just admit that you like seeing me at night, Argenti.” He pats the empty space beside him, a silent invitation. “C’mere.”