#mousiinaround

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@mousiinaround | UNKNOWN.

        HIS HANDS ARE NOT shaking today, but that still does not mean his hands do not hold everything just as carefully. the glass is perched between a few lithe fingers, head tilted every so slightly to the side as he looks across the way at someone else --- a figure he’d never seen before but had the urge to know. or to paint ( he looked sad ). gentle voice, like a whisper --- one that makes other boys’ knees weak. ❝ ... what happened to you? ❞

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@mousiinaround​ continued from here X

                                    “ Yeah, if you want to blow both of us up, pal. ”                            Roadkill’s shit eating grin showed how little he cared for the situation. Death wasn’t something he feared, he had accepted his demise back in his youth. Though, there was a bit of fear prodding him over the fact that the other may be insane enough to pull the trigger.

                                                   “ Gotta say, it would be a good way to go out. ”

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@mousiinaround​  // starter call

                                                                              Great. This asshole again.

                Easily recognizable from the rodent resembling mask, the two had already encountered each other once. A small skirmish over looting an abandoned trailer, ending with Roadkill dismissing the situation and inevitably walking away. Roadkill still harbored negative emotions towards him, though it stemmed more from his attitude rather than the loss of spare caps and supplies. 

                Their second meeting happened just outside of Vegas. The destroyed slums outside of Freeside was ripe for scavenging, though anything of great value was most likely looted long ago. Collecting supplies from the wasteland was Roadkill’s way of saving on caps. The man had been rummaging through the rubble of blasted out buildings when he saw him. 

                                               “ Hey, rat! ”

                 Cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his shouting he lowered them, proceeding to hover a hand over his machete. He knew the comment would anger the other man, his choice of wording was intentional. 

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Jin had never seen someone dressed like that before. What the hell kinda headgear was that? What was it supposed to be? He couldn’t exactly tell. A mouse, a rat maybe? He didn’t know, but that didn’t really matter.

“You lookin’ to trade, for a room, or maybe a little company?” he said, standing behind the desk of the ramshackle motel. He smirked a little, looking the stranger up and down.

“If you want a room you gotta wait ‘til Mike gets back, but unless you’re just tradin’ goods you’re gonna need to take that thing off your head.”