Boothill would then gently take Robin's hand, holding it firmly in his own. Leading her to a nearby sofa. There he took a seat. Before then pulling the little lady into his lap.
"Are you comfortable, my little song bird? As for the ribbons, that is a secret.~"
He said with a charming smile.
"Are you comfortable, my little song bird? As for the ribbons, that is a secret.~"
He said with a charming smile.
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"it's a bit chilly.. warm me up?" a teasing smile tugs at her lips. she flutters her lashes at him, tilting her head ever so slightly to meet his gaze.
"How's that little lady? Feeling warmer now? ~"
until he swoops in and seals her lips with his own, the alcohol gliding down her throat.