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there is no way back w̡ay ̴b͜a̧c͢k way back home
[ rules | about | him | her | verses | previously at off-tempo ]
obdurare:
“The last time I saw a pipboy, I was bidding my own vault a not-so-fond farewell.” There’s a lot to be said there, that he doesn’t. What vault and the circumstances of his departure of it are certainly not a stranger’s business. “You’ve been out long enough to know to ditch the suit, at least.”
It’s a gamble, she could just be particularly healthy, or a synth. But it’s one he’s willing to make.
The way she tenses when he says vault is as tangible as it is visible, affecting even the air around her. It’s not that she stopped what she’s doing, because she hasn’t, she’s still trying to wring her hair out using the towel. But his statement has slammed the brakes on her thoughts, and as she’s starting to pick up speed again, she’s scowling.
“I’m not an idiot,” she bites out the words more than anything else. “And I don’t have a death wish.” Wearing a bright fucking blue and yellow jumpsuit is just asking to get shot. Besides: Fuck Vault-Tec. She wanted out of that fucking thing as soon as she could be. (She’s never going to be able to get Riley out of his.)
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obdurare:
“It’s a good way to get yourself shot.” He gives the pistol a little waggle, so that it catches what light there is, before lowering it to his side. "You’ll have to forgive me, I wasn’t expecting company-“ There’s a heavy edge of sarcasm in his voice at that. "But if you’re going to make yourself at home, there are towels behind the bar. Don’t drip on my floor.”
“Uh, yeah. I was totally gonna knock on the door of a building that had raiders in it last I saw.” This little shit doesn’t matter. But he’s obviously not actually going to shoot her, or else he’d done it already, and he’s giving her something to butt up against, so she’s taking it.
That said, she’s actually walking over towards the bar to fetch a towel. She’s sure as hell not gonna turn down an offer for her to get dry. “I don’t remember saying anything about making myself at home. I can stand awkwardly in your entryway all damn night if you’d prefer.”
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“ARE YOU sure we’re not lost? You’ve got that look like just SCREAMS ‘you have no idea what you’re doing’ and I am MILDLY concerned.”
“Uh... Well. Would it make you feel better if I admitted I don’t really know what I’m doing?” Riley smiles sheepishly. “But I’m pretty sure we’re not lost. Not according to my Pip-Boy map, anyway.” Granted, he could be reading it wrong. Navigation using the map gets tricky when they’re in a vault or a skyscraper. In other words... in situations like this.
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