HAVE AN AMAZING DAY = I HOPE YOU GET FUCKED BY THE IPC AND ROLL IN YOUR OWN DEBT AND SUFFERING (or something like that) BLESS YOUR HEART = FUCK YOU PRAY FOR ME = FUCK ME LOVELY = FUCK YOU WONDERFUL PERSON = YOU BITCH Well ain't you just a sweetheart? Well you're just a little bitchboy aren'tcha? God love him = He was fuckin' underdeveloped as a fetus wasn't he (Something along the lines of 'he's dumb as shit').
" Hm. Seems about right. . To others, your furrowed brows, tense posture, and concentrated gaze at just one singular page of your notebook may …show more content…
"Now I don' mind some ooglin' but wouldn't ya say we should keep our eyes on our enemies darlin'?"
His voice snaps you out of your head and you come to a shovel nearing your head. You instinctively cover your face with your hands anticipating the pain, the pain which never came since when you put them down, you see that Boohill had already put a bullet to his …show more content…
"Aren't you supposed to stop thieves, not become one," you ask half-heartedly. Nothing less than what you'd expect from Boothill of all people — no, cyborgs? ?
Heh, this ain't thievery sharin'! Er, what's that one sayin' again... share to care, care to share, sharin' to care? Eh whatever ya get, what I mean don'tcha sugar?" He retorted, rolling your eyes in your mind as he reads through each and everyone of your translations. To be honest, you were surprised he could even read when his handwriting was that bad.
As Boothill read each and every one of your 'translations', his grin only grew wider and wider showing the spiky teeth you don't know how are natural but have grown used to seeing. Just then, a burst of unhinged laughter filled the entire lounge room you were sitting in. The weird glances and whispers were already coming, but Boothill didn't care, because he was