boothill.

At first, the cowboy thought he was hallucinating due to hysteria over having just finished a mission of his own; when he saw a child so small that he stood out like a sore thumb on the lonely streets of Penacony. For Lan's sake, it was 2:34 AM (according to the cowboy's ear for the song of robins). No one should be out this late at night, especially a child! ‎ The baroque, ostentatious man dared not leave them alone; the possibilities of what could happen ranged from good to bad, leaning toward the latter. It was not in his code to leave such a vulnerable child in the hands of what Penacony's ungodly hours had to offer.

“Hey, you! You little boy/girl!” she called out in her elegant voice, approaching Bianchi with a softened version of her signature toothy grin painted on the canvas that was her face.

"What are you doing here alone? Shouldn't you be curled up in bed dreaming about some monster?"

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