Gautier: I had a dad once Trader: QUIT TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD Gautier: Sometimes I can still hear his voice

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Gautier: I had a dad once Trader: QUIT TELLING PEOPLE I'M DEAD Gautier: Sometimes I can still hear his voice
Trader's just fattening you up so he can eat you.
Wh…n-no he’s not! Uuuugh! If he was gonna kill me or eat me or whatever he woulda done it already!
…right?
▶▶️”!
The sand had been blowing in his face all morning, but Gautier hadn’t had any choice but to keep to the trail. He’d walked the last few miles of his route with his goggles covering his eyes and his scarf up over his mouth, but now that he had left Novac the wind was dying down some.
That was fine by him. This route had one more stop before he could move on anyway.
Gautier kicked some gravel out of his way and swerved off the path. He tilted his hat up and grinned down at the smooth, flat stone nestled in between two of the hills. The name was written in thin, shaky lines, though the last few letters had eroded some since he’d last been by. Gautier knelt down and dug through his bag until he came up with a marker.
“Hey, dad. Don’t mind me, just gonna top you off some.” He reached out and traced over top the letters, paying special attention to the E and R–they’d fared the worst. “Still making shit difficult from the great beyond, huh?”
He tucked the marker back in a pocket and sprawled down in the dirt next to the stone, tossing an arm over the top so he could face the road. “Mind if I take a break? Wait, who am I kidding, you can’t really stop me even if you wanted to. Asshole.” He shook his head.
Gautier sat like that silently for a moment, watching the morning sun peek out over the hills, before standing up and stretching with a yawn. He gave the stone a final pat and turned himself back onto the road.
((Sooooooo with current events in the RP with Trader and Gautier, I thought it might be nice to (finally) actually post a playlist for them!
You can find it here.
A lot of the songs on it are ones we’ve used for thread titles before, and I’ve associated them with the two of them since then. Most just really fit them. For maximum effect with the current thread, though, I recommend blaring Johnny Guitar. B)
These two mean a lot to me for a lot of reasons, and I’m really happy and flattered that this horrible family unit has punched a few other people in the gut emotionally as hard as they have me.))
Spill it: Are you happy traveling with Trader? Does he make you feel safe?
…uuuuuuuugh. [Drags his hands down his face.] I’m mostly happy, okay? I’m…I’m the happiest and safest I’ve felt in forever outside of some stupid shit that’s happened ‘cause leaving Freeside is weird and I don’t like feeling safe ‘cause of other people still ‘cause that’s even weirder.
But he’s good at scaring people off and feeding me and all that junk And I ain’t had someone do that since…nngh. [He squirms uncomfortably and rubs at his scar.] Shit that don’t got nothing to do with this stupid question that I hate.
Okay for real tho has Gautier ever accidentally called Trader "Dad" and then been mortified and tried to play it off.
((FUNNY YOU SHOULD MENTION THIS I was just talking to some people on Skype about this yesterday.
The short answer is no. He hasn’t done this yet. Every single time he’s called him dad to this point in canon has been on purpose because there were people around and one or both of them thought it would be a good idea to keep up the family act.
But will he someday? Absolutely.
It probably won’t happen until they’ve been traveling together on-and-off for a few years and Gautier is a tween or a teen. He’d probably blurt it out without meaning to in a completely innocent context (something like “hey dad, can you pass me that wire?”) and catch both of them off-guard. Trader would be just as freaked out about it and there’s a very good chance they’d both run screaming into the night instead of coping with it in a healthy way.
There’s a reason Gautier always calls Trader “gramps” or “pops” instead of dad, and there’s a reason Trader refers to Gautier as “my kid” but not “my son.” They’re essentially a family unit that doesn’t feel comfortable actually admitting they’re family. Gautier still gets worked up and anxious over the idea of having warm, fuzzy, family feelings for anyone. It’s going to be a long, uphill battle getting them to actually start calling each other dad and son without joking about it or having someone else around to lie to.))
Hey, you're still alive. How 'bout that. Well done.
*Looks tired and like she aged 5 years*Yes, hello. I see you too are alive.
arovingtraderrp replied to your post:Question for ya’ll fine folks: What is the most...
Probably stringing them up on poles like they do to everyone else.
Hell, I like that! Y’ got a good head on yer shoulders, mister.
Course, Legionaries are heavy. Two-hundred pound bags o’ brahmin shit. I mean, it’s easy fer me, ‘cause...
*Kisses her bicep with an exaggerated squeak.*