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☮ - friendship headcanon
If you’re friends with Aug, prepare for the following:
- Long games of Texas Hold’em involving awkward small talk and getting progressively drunk on cheap liquor. After a certain level of intoxication, he will almost certainly start to enthuse about various pre-War noir films but - for some reason - refuse to give spoilers.
- Longer games of chess in which August keeps forgetting where the fuck the knight’s meant to go.
- A few easygoing hunting trips out on the Commonwealth plains. He’ll always pack homemade snacks.
- Partly related: Not getting food out because “I-I can make this at home.”
- Him keeping your birthday scribbled down on a raggedy-ass piece of paper in his pocket so’s it doesn’t slip his mind. Presents would mostly consist of boring, but practical stuff with a slight personal touch.
- You will absolutely never know where he lives if he can help it. Mostly because he’s not exactly proud of squatting in some derelict ruin.
- If you’re sick (and not a ghoul), August will completely overreact, plead with you to go back to bed, and then pile you with medicine, soup, and glasses of water. An unfortunate side-effect to not being around humans for very long is that he automatically assumes their immune systems are one flu away from keeling over.
- He’ll talk about Floyd. Quite a lot. He also has an old math test that the kid did from back when he was being schooled in Diamond City (that he managed to get an A- on) in his pocket, which he will absolutely show you at some point while beaming with pride.
- Doesn’t do chems but will bum cigarettes.
- Will give you some handy-dandy sharpshooting tips while being infuriatingly patient.
- If he trusts you enough, he’ll show you his old pre-War ID and then probably get a bit sad about the whole thing.