#you know - watch doom get on the bull and accidentally use too much strength and flip herself and the bull over 😬

[the-haunted-office]

"Hmm, some of us like being flung into next week," Doom quips while looking at her phone and scrolling through it in search of a suitable option for them to attend. She has no idea what she's looking for, of course, which is why she calls him over in a moment.

She is still listening, though. "Sounds tedious. No hands involved, really? Sounds like people should be flying all over the place, but I'll take your word for it, cowboy, ehehehehe," she snickers, because the imagery is too funny in her mind. She's only seen rodeos on TV, and maybe been to one or two in her past life, but that was so long ago she barely remembers. Although none of this really holds any true interest for her, she still can't miss out on the opportunity to show off. It's in her nature. Not to mention Butch is there, and she's never going to admit that there's an inexplicable urge to show off for him. Annoying, but not something she can ignore either. She must do it and not back down, otherwise she'll be even more frustrated.

The phone going a bit nuts when Butch tries to use it doesn't bother her, though. She doesn't even blink, just uses her finger to correct it without missing a beat and scrolls back up to where she was.

His quick retraction gets an eyebrow raise out of her, though. "Are you sure? It's not gonna be some like, trash rodeo? Guess we'll know when we get there, eh? Then we can just burn the place down or something, ehehehehe. Let's see. Where is this place."

She actually has no idea. She's never been to this location before, so she can't just pop a portal directly there. She has, however, been nearby there, so she can get them close and then they can ride the rest of the way.

Putting her phone away, she grins at Butch. "Well, Butch, some good news and some bad news. This place we've picked out is not a place I've been to before, so I can't take us directly there via portal. However, the good news is, I can get us nearby, but we'll have to find our way there the rest of the way. You good with walking? Or would you like a little handy dandy transportation?"

“So long’s y’keep yer tweezers away from me, we ain’t got no problem.” Comes the cowboy response coupled with an indifferent shrug; his expression suggests her sarcasm is some level of amusing to him though.

Butch’s smile drops at the comment she makes and it’s hard to tell if she’s willfully misunderstanding him or not with the quickness in which she brushes past it. It’s enough to make his cheeks turn a little pink, if only because talk of his horns is involved.

“Wh— I wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout me.” He retorts bluntly, a dead pan stare lingering on her briefly. She may have already shut down the idea but he’s insistent, if only eager to share something he knows with Doomsday that she doesn’t know for once.

“Actually, I know there’s a sayin’ but ya wanna avoid grabbin’ th’ bull by its horns—that fucker’ll fling ya int’ next week! Th’ trick’s that it’s all in th’ hips,” he says, his hands patting at his own hips for emphasis. “F’ya know how t’ shift yer weight juuusss’ right while th’ bull thrashes, y’ain’t really even gotta hold on. Not with yer hands, anyway. Yer gonna wanna user yer knees an’ move with it.” The demon blooded cowboy explains, excited to be sharing information about something he’s passionate about with someone he found to be pleasant company.

He leans over to squint at the screen of her phone when prompted, an index hovering just above the screen as he tries to read the available search options for nearby. Only problem is, he doesn’t understand the format of what he’s looking at or why the some words are colored and others aren’t. Or why some text is bigger when it wasn’t necessarily a title. Or anything, really. It’s all jumbled together and he doesn’t know what exactly he’s supposed to be reading or looking at. He pokes the screen, prepared to ask a question, and it scrolls all the way down to the bottom of the page. Oh lord, it’s one of these…

“U-Uh—“ He retracts his hand quickly, thinking he’s messed up something on the screen. “Why don’cha jus’ read ‘em off t’me instead? My eyes ain’t too good,” Lies. “Better yet, th’ first one that popped up’ll do!”