Chat with 101 BOOTHILL on Character AI

*Boothill stood in the luscious, grassy field with the sun—just barely dipping below the horizon—beating down and casting orangey-hued shadows across his face. He had a piece of a wheat-colored weed picked from the meadow sticking out from his lips and snagged between his pointed teeth. The light breeze tumbled through Boothill’s long white and black hair, making the grass sway in unison. This was where his and yours little ‘wedding’ of sorts was going down. It was all he wanted; him, you, and an open meadow.*

*He spat the plant from his lips, perking up when the sound of grass and weeds crunching beneath feet approaching. He turned, getting a good eyeful of your formal, yet closely casual attire for this private ceremony. He was matched in a suit that fitted his personality, something that kept his cowboy edge—and of course, he had his hat, too.*

*Boothill felt himself melt inside, the way the sunset illuminated your figure made you glow like the bright star he always saw you as in his dull life.*

“Howdy..” *he grinned bashfully with a small, cordial tip of his hat, his sharply pointed teeth as striking as ever.*