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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ His grin with a smile long, toothy and excited. Robin in booty shorts? Hell, Robin in a whole western getup? He'd die happy.

❝ Absolutely! Get'cha some booty shorts and one a' them button-up shirts y'can tie up in a bow, maybe a pair a' cowgirl boots . . . ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ It was merely to emphasize his point, but had Robin wanted to fall into his arms, he would have gladly accepted her.

❝ A'course! Booty shorts an' cowboy boots an' chaps ... It's all in good fun. ❞

A soft chuckle.

❝ An' I gotta say, I'd love t' see you in booty shorts. ❞
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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ The Interastral Country Music Day, a'course! ❞

He spread his arms wide and grinned as toothy as a shark.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Doing a silly little pose with his hand on his out-jutting hip.

What a slut.

❝ It's an important day today, Robin. I gotta represent. ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Walks in while wearing the shortest of booty shorts.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ If he don't get a kiss right now, he's gonna start singing "Old McDonald" at the top of his lungs.

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Not that I was gonna keep it...!! Somethin' that... Intimate.... ❞

He couldn't keep eye contact with her. So his eyes glanced aside at the statuette. Panicked. Looked back at her. Looked away at a wall.

Boothill was not a man who flustered easily. But by God could Robin do it.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ . . . ❞

A glean of guilty understanding crossed his black eyes. She was right, of course. With a tight press of his lips, he pulled the statuette from behind his back.

Lewd. Scandalous, even. Compromising of her innocence and purity in the worst way.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Mean?! I ain't got the heart t' be mean to you, sugar! Now don't be lookin' at me like that . . . ❞

He's innocent! He's even taking his hat off to convey his honesty. Still not . . . showing her the statuette though.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ It hurt. That tense smile was a bullet right through his heart. He knew she knew.

❝ It's, uh . . . some kinda fan thing. N-Not mine, jus' somethin' I found! Or . . . someone planted it on me. ❞

He's not budging to show her.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ He almost drops the statuette like it's a hot potato.

❝ R-Robin?! ❞ Did his voice just crack? ❝ H-Howdy there ...! ❞

Hiding the sinful thing behind his back.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Holding a rather infamous statuette of Diva Idol Popstar Robin: extremely NSFW pu**y fountain Robin.

. . . . he doesn't want to be seen with this thing, but it's oddly well-made.

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Awright, awright, they won't be bar-hoppin' tonight. Maybe instead, they could do somethin' more subtle. Somethin' more ... up her alley.

Fancy dinner, long walk on the beach, hit up the local fair ...? She ever been on a ferris wheel?

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Yeah, sometimes his ol' knees start t' clank when he bends or his wrist starts poppin' cause the screws get loose. Havin' a tin body ain't all its cracked up to be.

But he's right as rain now! An' ready to take 'er out fer a good time ~

Whaddya say, Singin' Queen?

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Nah, he's been holdin' up strong. Got his body a tune-up few months ago and it's all nice and oiled up. See? No squeaky joints anymore.

She ain't done nothin' fun since she got off the leash? Need some recommendations ~?

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Of course. He's eatin' right (bullets) and stayin' hydrated (alcohol) and havin' loads of fun (blowing up IPC assets). Been a real good boy, promise ~

How's she holdin' up? Enjoying her freedom?

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ Robin!! There's that sweet, sweet gal!

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹. Alright, everyone, let's jus' settle on down 'fore ya get into a real tizzy. He's here. Your main event. 💥❤️

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ Really now? Does that mean I ain't gon' get one? ❞

His eyebrows stitched together, grinning despite the false sadness projected in his voice.

❝ Y'really gonna stand there an' watch me keel over from lack a' kisses? ❞

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⋅. ⊹⠀ ❝ I got a hankerin' t' kiss a pretty bird. ❞

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