Apr 23, 2017
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{Tristan collects oil paintings that he finds across the Commonwealth. Mostly landscapes or animal portraits}
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{Tristan collects oil paintings that he finds across the Commonwealth. Mostly landscapes or animal portraits}
@rydccr
He’s still a tad dazed for certain. This situation was one he never would have suspected in all his years as a member of the brotherhood of steel but this was to be his reality now. Something he was having a difficult time grasping as he glanced her over once.
“I...believe there might be a discussion we should have.”
He doesn’t really expect her to openly agree to such a thing. She was a gambit in her own rite. She save his ass as well as Danse’s but in the process ousted herself. News to all people involved he was sure.
“ i don’t presume to know what ya’ll got goin’ on, truly. i just wanna make it to New Augustine in one gatdang piece, ya get me? “ he doesn’t have the patience for this right now. any form of discussion or decision making that went on beyond two or three sentences a piece was too much discussion. that kinda hesitation is what gets a man shot in the head.
and he would know.
@rydccr
When ur friends are gettin’ it in with the cuddles but u ain’t gettin’ nothin’
❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ( pew pew. )
° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.
“Hmmmmm… after much deliberation, I think… NOT. You can’t just ASK somebody that; it’s a rule!”
He grinned, sticking his tongue out at Ryder before taking a long needful suck on his cigarette, blowing a couple of smoke rings. Pleased with that, he nodded, flicking the butt away. “So, here’s MY question.”
A step was taken towards her, hands placed on his hips in a demanding way. “You gunna just take my refusal lyin’ down, or you gunna take whatcha want anyway?” he asked with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.
“What the fuck did we do last night?”
“Fuck” Sentence Starters
“Whatever we did, I’m pretty sure I was the innocent party an’ you were the bad influence,” he smirked tiredly as bleary eyes surveyed the damage: unaccountable bruises were blooming on his back, spiking with pain every time he shifted, empty beer bottles were strewn around them, weaving in and out of the rumpled clothes on the ground, and gun powder was caught beneath his nails.
He curiously checked beneath the sheet around them. “Me bein’ naked ain’t sayin’ much but methinks we wrecked ourselves before, yanno, WRECKIN’ ourselves.” He wiggled his brows at her, unable to recall a damn thing right now - an expected aftermath - but clearly the idea didn’t disturb him. None of this did. Shit happens when you drink yourself in to a black hole, and he wasn’t going to sit there and worry nor cry about it; it was likely he was still a little drunk anyway.
❛ sometimes it physically pains me to hold back my sarcastic comments ❜
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a huff. what might be the start of a laugh if it had any room to grow. ❛ yeah, well, probably wouldn’t hurt as bad as the bullet ya might catch if you didn’t —— those guys don’t fuck around with that kind of shit. ❜
💎 wiggles eyebrows.
“I don’t know you, but you got a smart mouth and an attitude, your arm is cool, and your hair is pretty. 6.5/10!” A shrug as she dragged a hand through the shorter curls around her face.