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The two sit at a bar in Penacony, the bar lights twinkling above them. The smell of alcohol and rich perfume around them. Argenti complimenting Boothill’s hair. Boothill sputtering, red as a rose. Argenti, ever so oblivious, offered him a rose. “For you, my dear cowboy.” He said with a warm smile, Boothill looked about ready to explode from fluster but took the rose. His fans whirred to life to cool his flustered system. Boothill grumbled at the loudness of his fans. Argenti chuckled, though there was a hint of concern in his emerald eyes. “Are you alright, my flamboyant cowboy?” He put a hand to Boothill’s forehead. “F-fork! I’m f-fine! Just- not- never mind.” He pulled his hat over his face. Argenti paused, “I did not mean to offend.” He said sadly, Boothill immediately looked up.
”N-no! F-fork, you didn’t offend me, ‘Genti-“ Boothill sputtered, setting the rose down to comfort Argenti. To Boothill, Argenti looked like a kicked puppy. His emerald eyes all sad and his smile softened sadly. Boothill sighed, “I’m jus’ not used to gifts like this..” he sighed, Argenti perked up. “Then let me buy you more gifts, my flamboyant friend!” He said excitedly, practically bouncing in his seat. Boothill sighed flusteredly, Argenti putting an arm around Boothill, who would have choked on air if he wasn’t a cyborg. He did however, turn beet-red. Argenti rambled about gift ideas while Boothill couldn’t focus on his ideas with Argenti’s arm around him. Boothill’s fans whirred annoyingly loud to Boothill, who was trying to cool off. Argenti chuckled, amused by his predicament.
“Your fans are quite loud today, my dear.” Argenti teased, Boothill huffed, his cheeks puffing up. “I-I- It-“ He sputtered, Argenti chuckled. Boothill nearly short circuited, his inner messages blowing up, getting teased mercilessly by Rappa. ‘LMAO mighty boots can’t handle a little flirting 🥹🥹🥹’ Boothill rolled his eyes and muted her messages in his internal program. “You are quite red, Dearest.” Boothill sputtered at being called dearest. He hid his face behind the rim of his glass, Argenti pulled Boothill up. “W-what? Where ya dragging me, ‘Genti?” Boothill downed the rest of his drink before setting it back on the bar.
Argenti payed, setting the credits on the bar, taking the rose back. Boothill was short circuiting because Argenti’s arm was around his waist. ”It’s a suprise, My silver cowboy!” He said excited, he covered Boothills eyes and bounded away with him, occasionally giggling. Argenti’s ruby hair swayed as he bounded to the elevator. Boothill was still red but not completely red. Argenti stepped into an elevator with Boothill. Boothill stumbled slightly but Argenti caught him with a chuckle. ”Careful, Dearest.”
Boothill sputtered, beet-red again. Argenti seemingly finally caught on to Boothills fluster and held Boothill close in the elevator. Boothill took a deep breath to regain his confidence. Boothill adjusted his hat, still unable to see, but able to feel Argenti’s body. Argenti squished Boothills cheek, who grumbled about being squished. He swatted at Argenti’s hand but it was a half hearted.
Argenti dragged Boothill out to the roof, the stars shining brightly above them. “Well son of a nice lady, ain’t this a purty view.” Boothill said, sitting on the ground, pulling Argenti to sit beside him. Argenti leaned on him with a light blush dusting his cheeks. “ain’t this nice, sugar?” Boothill added, now completely confident again. Argent nodded, leaning on Boothill. Boothill’s arm moved to Argenti’s waist. Argenti didn’t mind the coolness of his metal frame.
”Yer as purty as that rose, ‘Genti.”