Why dont you get the hell out? -fallout fire
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Malcolm freezes. They hadn’t been expecting someone else to be here, but it was just their luck- the nightshade card had warned them, but- they sigh, turning to face Fallout, tugging their coat tighter around themself.
“Have you seen the weather outside,” they scoff, and the wind howls menacingly. It’s the beginning of another summer storm, kicking up sand and dust- the rain seems like it’ll start soon. The building’s shadowy interior is only more foreboding with the darkness outside, and Malcolm shivers minutely. “I won’t be leaving ‘til that’s over, dear, sorry.”
Fallout glowers at Malcolm, irritated they had barged into his place of residence and even more frustrated he can’t get rid of them. Charlie shifts nervously on her perch in the corner, picking up on Fallout’s distrust for their sudden visitor.
“Fine,” he mutters, slinking over to Charlie to comfort her. It doesn’t seem like Malcolm has noticed her yet, since she blends in with the shadows. Rain starts hitting the roof, slow at first, then coming down in a roaring torrent. Fallout swears, moving to the crack in the ceiling where water is pouring through. He can’t reach it, and he curses again, splashing through the growing puddle on the ground. Charlie makes a worried screech, and leaps off her perch, gliding past Malcolm to land the farthest away from the leak. “Fucking-” Fallout says over the raucous noise from the rain and howling wind. “If you ain’t leavin’, then fucking help me with this!”
Malcolm rolls their eyes. It’s hardly a bad storm by their standards, but they suppose it’s probably better to try and fix the roof before whoever-this-is gets annoyed and has the bird attack them.
“How do you want me to fix that?” they ask, eyeing the few scraps of metal littering the ground. The rain is coming down quicker now, and they shift uncomfortably as water spreads in a larger and larger puddle. If they could just get something on the roof to block the flow of water... There. It’s a somewhat pitiful scrap of sheet metal, but it should be good enough if they can move that chunk of wood to balance on- they set to work, and a few moments later, they’re thoroughly soaked (though in a moment of clarity they’d taken off their jacket), but the leak in the roof has at least slowed to a trickle.
“Asshole,” they mutter, wringing out their hair before shrugging their coat back on, huddling in the corner. “At least my coat is fine...”
Fallout doesn’t want to thank this stranger, but they did help fix the leak, something he wouldn’t have been able to do, given how short he is.He scowls, and begrudgingly mutters out a “thanks,” that’s almost drowned out by the torrenting rain. He busies himself with finding a bucket to put under the hole to catch the water that’s adding to the puddle, ignoring the stranger in the corner. He hates how vulnerable it feels, to have someone in his space. The wind outside howls, and thunder rolls in the distance.
Fallout shivers, soaked from trying to stop the leak, and he knows the intruder must be getting chilled too. A fire is out of the picture though, with no way for smoke to escape. Instead he grabs his blanket and crawls onto the table pushed against the wall, wrapping himself tightly in it.
Charlie has made her way over to the stranger, no longer nervous, having seen them help Fallout. She hops towards them, avoiding the puddles and making curious chirping noises. Fallout briefly curses himself for raising her to be so fearless of new people, but let’s her be. She’s allowed to be inquisitive, as long as the stranger makes no move to harm her. He watches with a close eye though.
