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[godofdust]

[Well, that worked.

Guizhong lingers with the contact for a few moments more, gives his lower lip a very pointed nip before she pulls away entirely, and lifts a hand to flick the brim of his hat.

She can almost see the wheels going around in his head as he tries to work out what just happened.]

There now.

[Huff.]

Are you back with me?

[forkeroni]

[The flick to his hat did bring him out of his stupor, finally. He placed the revolver back into the holster. His cheeks were actually red, stark against the pale skin.]

I-I didn't go nowhere! An' you can't j-just play with a man's feelin's like that, missy!

[He adjusted his hat, clearing a throat that didn't need clearing before crossing his arms. Boothill would be lying if he said he wasn't fond of Miss Guizhong. But like hell he would ever admit to it given his path for vengeance. It wouldn't be fair to her.

And he had no inkling she saw him more than a friend, anyway. So, was the kiss real or was it really just to distract him from his rage?]

[godofdust]

Nonsense! You were acting like you'd lost your mind.

[And it is not when she would have preferred to do that kind of thing, either! But lacking other options, it had ended up being what she resorted to.

She is very fond of him. Perhaps more so than she should be given her circumstances.]

And who is playing. Before you make such accusations think of who you're speaking to. [Guizhong plants a hand on her hip.] Or do I need to do that again to make myself better understood?

[forkeroni]

Some muddle-fudger was messin' with me!! You think I oughta take that lyin' down?!

[While he was growling and snarling again, it wasn't quite as rage filled as before.

Just frustrated.

He took a swift step back.]

No, ya don't, miss ma'am. I heard ya the first time.

[godofdust]

I think you ought to engage the intelligence that I know you have inside that head of yours, Mister Boothill.

[And understand that they are in a very odd situation, and the voice he's hearing probably isn't even real (or is, at best, actually trying to rile him up). She knows he's smart enough to figure that out.

Then she shakes her head and holds a hand out.]

If you don't want me to kiss you again you ought to tell me, since I think I would very much like to. After we have made our way through this little mess.

[forkeroni]

[The frustrated scowl turned into a chastised pout. It obviously succeeded in riling him up. But, he took her hand with a slight huff.]

Don't see why you wanna kiss someone like me, Miss Guizhong.

[It wasn't a no, at least. And the voice seemed to leave them be, for now.]

[godofdust]

[She looks a little bit amused as she laces their fingers together and gives his hand a reassuring squeeze. It doesn't bother her a bit that the digits between her own are metal.]

Why ever would I not?

[forkeroni]

[His fingers tightened amongst hers, tugging them back to a stop instead of walking towards the building they had originally been headed.]

'Cause I'm a dead man walkin', Miss Guizhong. [He reached up to tilt his hat down, to cover his eyes as his fingers continued to remain tight around hers.] The path I walk is for vengeance. Revenge. 'Sides the rangerin', I'm on a constant path of revenge, a path I ain't walkin' away from when it's all over, all for one man, Miss Guizhong.

A son of a nice lady named Oswaldo Schneider. [His voice box produced the sound of a deep sigh, it even hitched. Boothill lifted his head just enough to look at the smaller woman.] He took my daughter, Guizhong.

He took my family. Ain't nothin' left of my home no more. They're gone.

[Boothill tugged a little at the red, worn down shawl at his shoulders.]

This was hers. 'S all I have.

[He sighed deeply and shook his head.]

This body o' mine is for that one thing, now. It... I ain't built for affection no more.

[godofdust]

[She stops when he does, before he even has the chance to really tug at her at all, and listens to him with a suitably solemn expression while he lays out his reasonings for being a poor choice.

(At least, that's what she thinks he's trying to do.)]

Oh, I don't think that's true...

[Guizhong lifts her arm, raising both of their hands and drawing their linked fingers into view.]

I'm very sorry for what you've been through, my dear Boothill. Truly I am. [Her free hand touches her chest, over her heart.] But to say you aren't built for affection? Do you expect me to believe that?

[The woman shakes her head.]

I don't think that's true at all.