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[godofdust]

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[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.