cowboy crosstalk shenanigans

[lifeban]

[they've won! good job everyone! 10/10 performance! dan heng didn't even blow his once-in-a-lifetime bootycall button this time around, thanks to boothill's quick interference.

there was celebrating on the Express, but one way or another, the party wound up in the VIP lounge of the hotel again, where dan heng accidentally took a swig of boothill's drink and became Fantastically Drunk.

in fact, at this moment he's sulkily leaning into boothill's side, all his aloof and cool energy utterly abandoned.]

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[motherfudger]

Yeah? Good for you.

[Wandering over to, there's probably a sink or something right, well he'll scrounge for water while casually holding Dan Heng in one arm.]

[lifeban]

[STOP BEING SO ATTRACTIVELY STRONG, FUCK,]

Boothill...

[motherfudger]

[Absolutely not. He lifts the glass he manages to pour to Dan Heng's lips.]

Yeah?

[lifeban]

Why are you-?

[oop water drinking time, cannot speak and sip.]

[motherfudger]

Why am I what? So handsome? Couldn't tell you myself.

[lifeban]

[pouts under the hat at him]

[motherfudger]

Haha!

[He'll carry Dan Heng and the water back to the couch.]

[lifeban]

Why are you putting in so much effort?

[motherfudger]

[Good question. Why is he? Not like Dan Heng is his responsibility.

Sure the Nameless are universally famous as being a whole bunch of meddlesome do-gooders, and that kind of path makes them just as trustworthy, and the kind of folks worth helping. But that doesn't mean he has to go out of his way for any of them. But then again, it's not obligation in the first place.]

I reckon the answer's not as complicated as you think. I just want to.

[lifeban]

...Mm. I believe you. People are like that.

[motherfudger]

Guess that's the sort of thing you Nameless are known for after all.

I do things my own way. But it don't sit right to watch people like you strugglin'.

[lifeban]

...Was it that bad?

[motherfudger]

Don't you mean "is"? Not like you've gone and changed in the span of a nap.

[lifeban]

[the callout is accurate and brutal]

...

[motherfudger]

Well the answer's a yes anyway.

[lifeban]

I'm going back to sleep.

[motherfudger]

Hahaha, the truth too rough, partner?

[lifeban]

It's bad manners to bully someone when they're under the weather.

[motherfudger]

Bullying the weak is against the bottom line. But too bad for you, you ain't weak.

[lifeban]

[a soft huff of near-laughter.]

I suppose I'm not.

[motherfudger]

[He raises his hand in a fist with one finger extended like a gun facing the ceiling.]

Which makes you.... fair game.

[Wink wonk.

He flicks the brim of the hat up to reveal Dan Heng's face. ]

You done gone sobered up yet?

[lifeban]

[blushing when the hat reveals him, because the rogueish energy is very charming.]

Mmmostly?

[motherfudger]

[Wow, cute.]

Ha, well. If you have trouble sleeping, exercise is one of the best cures, they say.

You ever ridden a horse?

[lifeban]

[??? is boothill going to pull him into a horse racing dream or something, dan heng thinks,]

Not a horse, though I've ridden similar steeds.

[motherfudger]

[The grin that spreads across his face is delighted, all teeth.]

Good, good.

How about a Galaxy Ranger?