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[godofdust]

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[forkeroni]

[He knew this wasn't the best place to do this, naked on the bathroom floor. Boothill really didn't know how to deal with this, especially with the concept of the dead returning. It made him jealous. He was jealous of a lot of things, in fact. But, this was perhaps the biggest one. A seemingly dying world where people didn't stay dead.

He curled up around Guizhong, long legs keeping her pressed close to him as he kept his arms around her.]

Don't go no where. I ain't no lone ranger no more, not with you, not with 'Venturine... so, don't go no where.

[Where could she go, besides home, where she was already dead? Boothill wasn't looking forward to that day. He knew to cherish what he had while he had it. He held her tighter, metal digits gently carressing her skin, still slightly damp from the bath and steam.

He buried his face into her warm, damp neck, committing her scent to memory, the feel her skin and the sound of her voice.]

[godofdust]

... I won't.

[She can't promise that. She knows she can't. But for right now, for this moment when he needs her, she can.

The firm metal of his limbs and torso doesn't bother her. If it did, they would certainly never have got this far. She gives up trying to keep the towel wrapped around her body while he's holding on to her like this and lets it slip as it will in favour of returning the hold he has on her just as tightly.]

Let's go to bed, mm? I'm going to get cold.