[ boothill is utterly stunned. he looks dumbly at the bouquet, heart stopping and starting. then he takes the bundle as the warmest smile widens over his mouth. he turns it, looking over every blooms. ]
Karlach, this... I got no idea what to say.
[ he laughs softly. it's obvious, but he's never received a bouquet before in his life—nothing more than the daisies and dandelions handed to him by his orphaned siblings, by a little baby who crumpled them in her hands and smeared them in his palm.
it doesn't matter that these aren't professional. it's better that it isn't, in fact. he looks at karlach with that soft smile, chest full of warmth. ]
Who's the charmer now, huh? C'mere, beautiful.
[ he carefully keeps the bouquet in hand as he sinks his fingers in her hair and pulls her down for a deep, heavy, meaningful kiss. ]
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Karlach, this... I got no idea what to say.
[ he laughs softly. it's obvious, but he's never received a bouquet before in his life—nothing more than the daisies and dandelions handed to him by his orphaned siblings, by a little baby who crumpled them in her hands and smeared them in his palm.
it doesn't matter that these aren't professional. it's better that it isn't, in fact. he looks at karlach with that soft smile, chest full of warmth. ]
Who's the charmer now, huh? C'mere, beautiful.
[ he carefully keeps the bouquet in hand as he sinks his fingers in her hair and pulls her down for a deep, heavy, meaningful kiss. ]