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“It’s gonna be a long weekend if everyone’s that puckered up.”
"Don't think 'puckered up' is the way I'd put it," Matthew began with a chuckle and a furrowed brow, "True, it ain't so lively as Goodneighbor 'round here, but we ain't a bunch-a sticks in the mud neither."
“ oh, i am so not going in there.”
[Prompt]
Given the amount of ruckus Gloria could hear just from standing outside the building, she was inclined to agree. Most of it sounded like yelling, but not the kind people did when they were having fun.
“Yeah... maybe we skip out on the bar here,” she agreed, a frown settling on her face. “Let’s pop by the trade post and see if anyone there is selling food and drink and then we can just hang out in the motel room for the night and swap stories or something.”
“ i hate rats.”
[Prompt]
“Destructive little shits, aren’t they?” Gloria agreed, frowning at the slain critter at their feet before letting out a sigh. “Well, where there’s one, there’s more... might as well see if we can find the rest.”
“ that’s your solution? burn the whole damn place to the ground?”
[Prompt]
“Not the cleanest of getaways or fanciest of solutions, I know, but it will solve the problem,” he said, gathering the necessary supplies to set his plan in motion.
“It will also send a very clear message.”
“ ooh, look, it’s the evil root cellar. where satan cans all his vegetables.”
[Prompt]
“Well if it’s satan’s cellar, there’s definitely beets down here,” he said, his bandana hiding the smirk under his face. Despite the comment, the mercenary kept his gun at the ready, in case there was more than dusty jars and cans kept in the basement.
“Do I lose points if I tell you I’m having a pretty nice time?”
"Nah," Starling laughed and shook her head, "No points lost. That is a surprise though, considering ol' sorehead back there."
“You sassin’ me, boy/girl?”
Grant's face settled into an especially deep frown, which mingled awkwardly with the pained expression which had been there already. At first he did little more than grumble and curse under his breath, holding am arm firmly around his side, protecting what was, at best, a few bruised ribs, and at worst, a few broken ones.
He chose to believe it was the former, if only because the thought of removing his shirt to be examined -- exposing the growing patch of ghoulified flesh -- was enough to to make him panic.
"It ain't sassin'," he snapped back, "Just...don't touch me. I'm fine. You wanna fuss over somebody, go look at the kid. That cut on his head'll need a good cleanin' out, I reckon."
“ how did you find this place anyway?”
[Prompt]
“I get around,” he replied with a shrug, shooting a wink her way as they continued on the overgrown path.
