[ boothill hadn’t ever been scared of a little work. sure, it was a lot for one person, wasn’t ever meant to be just one person. the farm had grown to fit a family, work split up between the lot of them. maybe boothill was cutting corners, but — hell, what else was there?

this. there’s this. and it’s reassuring to hear sunday so quickly speaking up for himself and what he was capable of. he, admittedly, might’ve had his doubts there with that pretty face and spotless suit. ]

Didn’t mean no offense, but you’ve had a long day, yeah? Lemme be courteous this once. [ boothill flashes another grin with it. it’s nice that sunday is so willing to pull his weight, because boothill doesn’t think he’ll have the time to pamper him anyway. no need worryin over it. ]

What? [ he barks with a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head through it. ] Not many folk itching to move out here, much less with a stranger. It’s as damn lovely as it is, but people love the convenience of the city. So… you’re it, darlin.