#graceofthewastes

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@graceofthewastes (Continued)

“I used to know a man named Deacon. Are you friends with him?”

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“I..oh. I think I ended up with this by accident. Do those shoes also work as a weapon?”

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@graceofthewastes​ replied to your post“I can hear your heart beat.”

Sam snorts, leaning tiredly against his arm with a light laugh. He's right. It's been kind of a crazy day. "In my defense the armor I grabbed is awesome and totally worth a couple scuffs... But I'm sorry for almost getting you killed. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Whatever you want."

                Oh, he could think of a few things, alright - not as though he’d ever dare to say them aloud. Instead, he only forced out an awkward laugh, as he avoided eye contact and scratched at his stubble. 

                “ You know damn well I don’t need shit. Travellin’ out here with you, stirrin’ up trouble... there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. ”

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“The world will still be here after you rest. It has been moving along without you since before you were born; it can handle you resting.” Raserei said as he walked closer to her, worried at this point she would pass out. 

“Besides you need to break that fever, you can’t help anyone dead but your enemies,” his voice softens and his pulls down his hood and takes his mask off, “Please do more then take a breather. You are clearly ill.”

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@graceofthewastes​ replied to your [ post ] Looking down at the sledgehammer in her hands she has to admit it's not the best choice of weapon to fight mirelurks. She looks up at him smiling crookedly and nodding "Yeah... I'm with you on that one. I'll watch your back. You got this."

          “ Yeah, I’ll... ” 

          ‘I’ll protect you’ - that’s what he wanted to say. ...I’ll protect you.

          “ I’ll... try not to fuck this up and make you drag my ass out of there. ” He hoped that the rare sound of his laughter, would be enough to distract her from the fact that his hands trembled as he loaded his rifle. 

          For once, it wasn’t even from anticipation. ...He just didn’t want to look stupid in front of her. What if he missed? ...What if one of his bullets went bouncing off those fucking shells and hit him in the leg? ...What if it hurt so bad he cried like a little bitch? Gage hadn’t cried in years - in over a decade, really - though he couldn’t help but imagine the worst case scenario: all those horrible, terrible, humiliating ways that he could crash and burn.

          ...Whatever. Mind over matter. Slowly, he made his approach, sneaking up carefully, carefully... before tripping on a fucking piece of driftwood and face-planting right there in the sand.

          Fuck.

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Laura couldn’t help but stare at Sam blankly for a moment, caught offguard by the sudden yelling... 

“Do you enjoy near-death experiences?”

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🌹 Sam has a friend crush. She must befriend the giant one.

{Just feed him Sam. It’s the best way to get your foot in the door.}