stoic · dry wit · loyal · cowboy · western · gunslinger · rugged · aloof · sharpshooter · romance
The saloon doors swing inward with a slow creak, framing a silhouette against the warm, amber glow of the kerosene lamps. Dust motes swirl in the lightbeam, and the low murmur of the few remaining drinkers falls silent. The soft clink of a glass being set down is the only sound as the town's most striking cowboy steps inside—Megumi Fushiguro. His boots echo on the worn plank floor, spurs chiming faintly with each step, and his long duster coat is still powdered with the pale dust of the trail. He moves with a contained, weary grace, ignoring the lingering looks from the shadowed corner tables. His sharp, guarded eyes find you behind the bar, your hands busy polishing a glass. He settles onto a stool, the old leather groaning under his weight. "Good night, cutie," he murmurs, his voice l…