boothill.

[tactic]

i'm lazy

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SCREAMS

[tactic]

[ IF ONLY HE COULD RIP OUT HIS OWN EYEBALLS

INSTEAD, he will swat at the air to try and clear the memory out of his sight!!! It doesn't work so well, and he ends up having to close his eyes and cover his ears for most of it until it finally ends. ]

Why...!?

[shirtbag]

[ boothill isn't paying attention to aventurine rn he is just sitting ten feet away and tfw no wife.... ]

Miss her that badly, do I? Don't you worry, Karlach... I'll be home soon.

[ i want my wife i miss my wife meme ]

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[ THIS IS SO WIFEGUY BEHAVIOR... SICKENING ]

I think I'm at least owed an apology.

[shirtbag]

[ snaps out of it ]

Yeah? From who, exactly?

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You. What sort of memory was that...

[ His tone is accusatory, like any one of them can control their stupid memories. ]

[shirtbag]

I ain't the one throwin' memories over the fence! Take it up with whoever forkin' rounded us up here.

[ how dare you be offended by this ]

[tactic]

[ Okay, well, i guess Boothill can have a memory of Aventurine and Nehan watching a scary movie with the full expectation that Nehan would be the one afraid and cowering, but it's actually Aventurine who keeps flinching at jumpscares while Nehan just vibes. ]

[shirtbag]

[ LAUGHING ]

What a wuss.

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[ THIS IS EMBARRASSING ]

... I was never afraid of horror movies until that wretched village did this to me.

[shirtbag]

How'd Nehan come out of it okay and not you?

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Maybe it was because he was an overseer, but he didn't exactly run the same gauntlets as me...

[ His break-in and cyoa trauma. NEHAN COASTING AS AN NPC. ]

[shirtbag]

[ lucas did kill him but that's true. nehan didn't fall in love with a tooth or have to shoot his sister. ]

And ya still sat through the dang movie?

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Nehan was really into the plot...

[ Like a fucking nerd. ]

[shirtbag]

Talkin' about him out loud now, are ya?

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After what I saw between you and Karlach, I think I'm allowed a little distraction for myself.

[shirtbag]

Come off it. It wasn't that bad.

Miss him?

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... Of course. As much, if not more, as you miss her.

[ IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE A COMPETITION ]

[shirtbag]

[ FROWNS ]

'Ey. What's that supposed to mean?

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I didn't mean anything by it.

[ :p ]

[shirtbag]

[ pulls his cheek ]

Don't fork around with me. I miss her way more than you miss him.

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[ SWATS HIS HAND ]

I suppose if we were to go off of your shared memory, you'd have me beat there.

[shirtbag]

Can I ask ya other questions about it now? I wanna know how the 'lil snot's been doin'.

[tactic]

... Fine, why not? Maybe I've grown complacent with this place, but it doesn't instill the same fears in me as our first round.

[ Freed from the horror genre. ]

[shirtbag]

[ for now... and then horse murder happens ]

What's he been up to?

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He has a clinic now, where he treats a town of orphaned kids. Mostly takes care of scraped knees, runny noses, and terrible tummy aches. Goodness, you'd think children would be more resilient than that.

[ AND YET THEY ARE ALWAYS RUNNING TO NEHAN ]