" Fair enough. " he kissed Sunday's temple, holding him impossibly closer. Squeezing a little, even. He refused to let go.
A small pout at this, cheeks flushed. "Not figuratively but the possibility if something where to happenβ!" He would feel bad too since being sneaked up on was something to get used to, wrapping boothill into a hug. Arms around the cowboy's neck.
" Am made o' metal. I think yer only gonna hurt yer hand if ya hit me. Best not try it. "
He would feel bad if Sunday hurt his hand on Boothill's metallic torso. Which was also not very nice for cuddles, but he'd cuddle his boyfriend anyway.
"T-True but what if I accidentally end up hitting you." He pouts just a bit while his ear wings part open slightly, his face still flushed pink.
.Λｑβ ΰΌ .Λｑβ
" That's the point, ain't it birdie ? "
He was utterly amused by his boyfriend's flustered face and shyness. It was one of the things that made him attractive to Boothill.
"B-Boothillβ!" Embarrassed as always, hands pressed against the cowboy's chest to be kept steady from such a surprise. "You always get me in when I least expect it."
.Λｑβ ΰΌ .Λｑβ
He's so cute when he's all flustered.
" What's wrong ? Don' like your new seat, birdie ? "
