Wild, Wild West. || Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

5

As the two of you prepared to leave the room, Charlie tied his bandana over his face, while placing his hat on his head, as well. You couldn't help but glance at him, letting out a small huff. "The hell do you think you're doing?"

Glancing at you, Charlie crossed his arms slightly. "Getting ready to go outside. What do you mean?"

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't help but smile a bit. "That's how people are used to seeing you. You walk out there like that and you'll be caught right away." You said softly, before pulling his bandana off of his face. "Lose the hat, too. The more they see of you the better."

Charlie just grumbled slightly, before grabbing his hat and tossing it off. You couldn't help but smile and reached over to fix his hair, only to get your hand smacked by him. "What the hell do you think you're doin', huh?"

"Figured you'd want some help controlling that mess on your head. You ever comb it at all?" You asked with a small huff, pushing past his hand and continuing to fix his hair. "Probably because you keep that damn hat on all the time."

Grumbling, Charlie crossed his arms before sitting down and flopping back in a chair. "Well if you're a damn barber now, why not go ahead and fix my whole look, why don't ya'.."

You just ignored his little comment and continued to run your fingers through his hair. It was honestly satisfying to watch how his hands smoothed out between your fingers. And though Charlie had complained before, he now had his eyes closed and leaned forward a bit, just letting you have your way with it.

At last his hair was combed and fixed to your satisfaction, allowing you to pull your hand away and cause Charlie to perk up. Clearing his throat, he stood up strait and huffed. "You done now?" He mumbled with an annoyed tone, trying to put his tough persona back on.

Giggling, you smiled and nodded. "Yep! We can go now." You said softly, before turning towards the door. "Remember, just act normal. You didn't kidnap me and we're not running from nothin'."

"Yeah, yeah, heard ya' the first time.." Charlie grumbled, pushing his glasses up as he pushed past you and exited the room. Youet out an aggravated huff before following along with him.

Both of you checked out of the inn before stepping out into the dusty streets, getting the mixed smell of dirt, alcohol, and horse shit. Not anything you weren't used to, honestly.

Glancing at a sign, Charlie's eyes widened slightly. "Holy shit. We're in Stronghowl?"

You gave a slow nod before looking up at him. "Yeah. What about it?"

"Ted's from here. Wonder if they'd even think to look here for us.." He grumbled slight, pushing his glasses up once again.

Though that's what he hoped for, you hoped for the opposite. All you wanted was to be home again, to get back to your family and let them know you're alright.

But your thoughts were cut away as you felt your stomach growl. Sighing, you rubbed your face. "You hungry?"

"Starving." He said with a small huff, before he glanced at you. "Hold on, I know a good place we can head. Near here, actually."

Raising an eyebrow, you took a step back. "This isn't a trick, is it?"

A small chuckle left Charlie's mouth as he shook his head. "Of course not. Ted would take us here all the time. C'mon, I'll show ya'."

The two of you walked for a while, which also involved Charlie leading you through a patch of the woods, but once you arrived, you got a sudden home-y feeling from this place.

There was a medium sized building made of logs ahead, at the top an old rusted sign made out the words 'Gunther's Saloon'. Light smoke rose from the chimney above, as the sound as talking people could be faintly heard from the outside.