"Hmm...nope...nope....now where the fudge did I leave my hat?" The cowboy grumbled, looking under a table. He clicked his tongue annoyed when he found nothing.
Getting up on his feet, he took a good look of the Astral Express, taking in its massive, open space with a variety of rooms and areas to explore. "It's like trying to find a needle in a haystack. And a really big haystack, too." He commented, running a hand through his hair on the spot where his hat normally was.
Taking another look of his surroundings, he sighed, already dreading to look all over the train. "Alright. Let's think for a moment, Boothill..." he mumbled to himself, leaning against the wall. "Where did I last see it....hmm..." he pondered, tapping on the glass as he went deep in his mind to find that memory. His eyes then lit up when something came up.
"Oh yeah! I left it in that room with that strange looking mirror." He remembered, making his way to that area.
Meanwhile....
"Wow." Stelle tilted the hat around, tilting it at different angles as she used the mirror to help her better adjust it. She was walking by when she found that familiar hat belonging to her gun slinging friend.
Normally, the responsible thing to do would be to return the hat to the owner. But Stelle was not the responsible type. Not today. "Heh, heh." Spinning around in the mirror, her fingers flicked the hat up and decided to have fun with this.
She made some cowboy poses, whether it was waving her hands to imitate a gun being shot or doing the cowboy walk. "Heh. Gotta hand it to Boothill. He's got style." She remarked, turning around to face the mirror and yelling,"Pew pew pew!" With her hands firing at her reflection.
"Well, thank ya mighty kindly, Stelle."
In the reflection came Boothill right behind her, showing a large amused smile. "Nice to see some folks appreciate my style." He commented, leaning against the mirror so he was basically leaning down to her neck. Stelle turned around to face him with her yellow eyes widening.
While Boothill was smiling calmly at her, she knew better than to underestimate this galaxy ranger. Especially with his danger loving way of handling things. There was no way for her to be certain how he was gonna feel about someone wearing his hat, even if it's a friend of his.
He seemed to have read her mind because he reached out to his hat, and he saw her stiffened but kept her eyes on him firmly. "Relax, darling. I'm not gonna hurt you. No fear in her eyes. A rare look for him. Not that he minded." He assured her, continuing to adjust the hat on her head. "Huh?" Stelle looked at him oddly, expecting him to take it back.
"Heck. You would make a pretty good cowgirl." He commented, rather fond of the idea as he could picture her in a cowgirl getup. The trailblazer blinked a few times to process this, now finding it hard to read him.
He chuckled in amusement. While they hadn't known each other that long, he had found the trailblazer to be humorous and amusing to him. "So... you're saying I would make a pretty good cowgirl? Better than you?" She boldly challenged, smirking at him as she flicked the hat up.
He let out a hearty laugh before ruffling her head and taking the hat. "Better than me? Ha! Now that's a bold statement coming from you, Trailblazer!" He remarked, setting the hat on his jet black and white hair, making sure it was place properly.
Looking back at her, he flashed his sharp tooth grin at her, tilting his hat up so she could see his face clearly. "Leave that to the real gunslinger, Stelle. But if you want to learn, I don't mind ya tagging along." He offered her, tilting his hat back down before leaving, the sound of his silver spurs echoing before silence remained.
"I still think I would make a great cowgirl." Stelle insisted, already thinking to prove that cowboy wrong the next they have a mission together.
