boothill is there at the pyre. he's sitting on the floor, back facing the burning flames. his leg is bent, elbow propped up over his knee. his red pupil still glows menacingly, its radius far-reaching like another part of the flame. he's still wearing that too-wide, pointed, stepford smile. ]
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boothill is there at the pyre. he's sitting on the floor, back facing the burning flames. his leg is bent, elbow propped up over his knee. his red pupil still glows menacingly, its radius far-reaching like another part of the flame. he's still wearing that too-wide, pointed, stepford smile. ]
Evenin', Partner. Had a feelin' you'd come.