he gets that look more than he’d like to admit. grunting, he brushes a hand against his beard before it falls lamely down to his side. perhaps facial hair only rivaled by the likes of a fictitious lumberjack had been a mistake when he’d made the decision to keep a low profile. ❛ what, something stuck in it? ❜ / @cruciified*
well-worked hands still and she glances upward, aware of another presence in the room. raven works better on her own, the other mechanics and traders know better than to bother her when caps are on the line but these... brotherhood of steel lackies don’t seem to understand that not everyone in their little club is incompetent. she scowls, copper-hued eyes rolling as pushes up from the position she’d been kneeling in up to her feet.
❛ scribe ❜ she knows the difference in their uniforms, the fact that some wear power armor and others don’t the brotherhood in its entirety was new to the commonwealth but not unheard of. this woman is no knight, no paladin, and raven would have been lying if she’d said she had paid attention to their names in their brief introductions. ❛ big guy already forked over the caps. the work is getting done, i don’t need a shadow. ❜ / @wcnhcdas*
