((Hey u know that annual thing where I just randomly drop into your inbox to be a nerd? hey look it's that time again wow it's me aki)) There's some loud, obnoxious pounding on your front door, Fallout. You better answer, this person seems like they mean serious business. And the serious business may be involving one of your (hopefully) favorite people.
((🎵Its the most wonderful time of the year~!🎵 Hey bby!!!))
When Fallout answers the door, she is one hundred percent holding a shotgun up and pointing it at you. This is what you get for knocking like an asshole. Joey is standing slightly behind her, pointing her own gun. Plastic, and it looks like it’s not filled with water. You probably don’t want to know what Fallout put in that, honestly.
“Oh holy shit,” She lowers her gun and leans it next to the door as she realizes its one of her ABSOLUTE FAVORITE PEOPLE, “hey! Did you die again? It’s been a hot minute.”
Joey is still pointing her gun at you, babbling some nonsense about “if you don’t get outta here I’m gonna shoot you! I’m gonna shoot you dead!” which is quickly met with Fallout’s “stand down soldier” and a hand on her head. She does not stand down, but you’re fairly certain she doesn’t know how to pull the trigger. Fairly certain.
Upon Fallout opening the door, Voca immediately throws her arms up in the air in surrender, laughing just a bit at the warm welcome. She lowers them as soon as her friend is hit with the realization that she isn’t an enemy and beams at her, clearly glad to see her best friend.
“Hey! I mean, kind of? I did disappear off the face of the Earth once again didn’t I? That’s a pretty bad habit of mine.”
Voca peers around Fallout to see Joey, giving her a friendly wave despite her babbling threats. She is not as well-acquainted with Fallout’s other child compared to Bio, but she always develops those motherly (or in this case, aunt-ly?) urges for any of Fallout’s kids.
“Hey kiddo!! You’ve gotten so big since I’ve last seen you. Mama let you have a gun, it seems! All grown up.”
She turns back to Fallout. It’s almost how abnormal how much she is smiling.
“Mind if I come in and chat for a bit? I feel like we really gotta catch up!”
“Yeah! It’s full of apple juice.”
Joey then spins the gun around to drink said apple juice, and toddles away, Fallout rolling her eyes after her kid.
“Of course!” She steps aside to let you inside, gesturing dramatically into her living room. “Come on in, make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink?”
The living room is actually decent sized, with a couch and armchair, tv setup, a bookshelf with a bunch of old pictures, and an almost ridiculous amount of Joey’s toys strewn everywhere.
“We’ve gotta do our annual ‘guess who didn’t die’ session!” Fallout is grinning like the big nerd that she is at her own joke.
Voca can’t help a chuckle escape her mouth as Joey proceeds to squirt the apple juice into her mouth from the gun, muttering a quiet “same” as she waddles away. Once invited in, she takes a quick step inside and glances around, impressed by how homey the living room feels. Then again, any place that Fallout is in can feel homey. She unbuttons her tightly-fit jacket to be in a more comfortable, black tank top with her otherwise fancy getup. It’s obvious that she was attending someplace important before coming over.
“Sure, if you don’t mind! If you have any, could I have some coffee? And with a little creamer in it? If not I can stand straight up black.”
Voca folds the jacket over one of her arms and proceeds to wander further into the living room, taking another look at what has changed since the last time she visited. Though it has been a while, she can at least remember that the place wasn’t so littered with toys, which she doesn’t mind at all. In fact, she rather adores how messy Joey made the room. She wanders over to the bookshelf and analyzes the pictures, faintly smiling at some that are familiar to her. She picks up a photo of the old group and looks at it more closely, reminiscing of the times that they were both in. She turns half-way at Fallout to answer her.
“Well of course! That’s half the fun of these annual ‘I didn’t die!’ sessions. Would you like me to start or would you like to? I’ve got plenty to share but it seems you have been equally as busy!”
