#saltyspitfire

[maliciouslycompliant]

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Holly stood at the screen door, peering out at the man as he spoke. While Jake was still a kid, she found herself trusting his judge of character, and was fairly certain that he wouldn't have sent some shithead up to bother her. She pushed the door open, and waved him up the steps, "Yeah, I got a pile of 'em. Keep 'em inside so the weather don't ruin 'em. Come on in."

The relief was clear on the man’s face as he headed up the steps towards the cabin door, happy to have found the right place to begin with and even happier that the trader was willing to let him peruse. The porch already gave him a homier feel - shelves and boxes of doohickeys and whatnots aplenty, much like how his parents had stored their scavenged finds before they had a chance to sort through it all - and the trader herself seemed nice enough.

“Do you happen to sort the books by what they’re about, or do you just kind of keep them all together?” Chase asked, peering around curiously once he was inside and his eyes got used to the dimmer lighting. 

The first thing that caught his eye were the shelves of stuffed animals staring at him, some of them wearing glasses, others wearing ill-fitting hats or little outfits. A bright grin crossed his face and he was immediately enamored with the toys, stepping closer to give each of them a better look. Any response the trader had to his earlier question would likely fall on deaf ears now.

“Look at these little guys,” he cooed, and did his best to resist the urge to touch every single one of them, instead tapping his fingers on his thighs as he continued to look them over. “I’ve never seen so many different kinds! Did you find all of them yourself?”

[fogeyedmarksman]

(Grant) “ i want something in return for that.”

[Prompt]

Boyd released his hold and furrowed his brows, assessing Grant’s expression to try and figure out what exactly he was going to ask for, or if he was just messing with him.

“Alright. What is it you want?”

[punkettebrawler]

“Your mama tell you it ain't polite to stare?”

The comment elicited a quick twitch of Mason’s mouth that could just as easily have been a trick of the light as it could have been a smile. “Nah,” she replied with a brief shake of her head, “died before she had the chance, I’m afraid.”

She raised the hand holding her cigarette to her lips and took a drag from it, looking Holly up and down more intently now. “Trying to figure out where I’ve seen you before. Do you visit Bunker Hill often? Diamond City?” She asked in a neutral voice, going over the places she thought would be the most likely in her head.

[honeyedhealer]

(Grant) “ what the hell was that all about?”

Willa hadn’t expected anyone to hear the string of curses that left her mouth, and the sound of Grant’s voice made her jump slightly.

With an exasperated huff, the young woman straightened and used the back of her hand to swipe a few stray hairs out of her face. “I said I’d help out, but it’s becoming very clear to me that I haven’t skinned an animal much larger than a chicken in several years,” she began to explain and turned enough to point back at the radstag buck lying on the table. “You’d think they would put up less of a fight when they were dead, but not this one,” she added with a self-deprecating chuckle.

[whataradscavver]

saltyspitfire replied to your post:

Holly, who was now annoyed with herself, and a little with Asher, pursed her lips and let out a sigh, "I'm just sayin'...I know I been a bitch. And yeah you're a shithead 'n sometimes you got it comin', but...sometimes you don't. So...I'm just tryin' to say I'm sorry."

Asher quietly listened, brows furrowed as she spoke, as if awaiting a punchline or insult. When none came, he narrowed his eyes at her, clearly uncertain of the situation. Was he to take this at face value and treat it like a legitimate apology, or should he shrug it off like it was nothing? 

On the one hand, her treatment of him had never truly bothered him. It was expected. It was familiar. Yet somehow, despite it all, they had grown somewhat comfortable around one another now and Asher almost felt protective of the salty trader at times. Especially since Jay had stumbled into his life. Holly was one of the first people he wanted to introduce the boy too. But did Asher want to admit that out loud?

“...alright,” he said finally, after what felt like a blanket of silence had closed in around them. He nodded and cleared his throat. “I... appreciate that.”

Asher looked away from her for a moment, almost looking mildly irritated, though it was mostly at how weird and uncomfortable it felt to admit his actual thoughts and feelings aloud without being crass. It was much easier to make a joke and brush it off than take anything serious, and Asher hated how much of a struggle it was for him to be sincere. He always felt so fucking raw when he tried.

“Sorry fer bein’ a dick a lotta the time,” he added, clearing his throat again and not quite being able to make eye contact. “Yer an ass ‘n all, but yeh don’t always deserve me bad habits either.”

[goodneighborsaint]

(starling) “You’re gonna be okay.”

It wasn’t often that Benny had accidents around Goodneighbor anymore; he had lived there long enough to know how to get around without tripping or walking into things, and the cane certainly helped. Only problem now was that he wasn’t in Goodneighbor; he had accompanied Vanessa and their father on a supply run. Well, they were getting supplies, and Benny was allegedly getting some ‘fresh air’, because it would be ‘good for him’.

He didn’t know what had come barreling into his legs, but whatever it was had knocked him over and sent him crashing into a bush. Once he had to some degree managed to extract himself from the leafy mess, Benny was glad to be offered a hand from one of the residents at Tidings. “Thank you,” he said to Starling, allowing her to help him to his feet, and with how she patted him down he could only assume she was checking for injuries. Aside from a blow to his pride, Benny didn’t feel any worse for wear, and it seems the young lady arrived at the same conclusion. “What was that thing? Came running out of nowhere,” he said and gestured vaguely to their current surroundings.

[scrapyardsalvage]

(Slim) “ i had my eyes closed the whole time.”

[Prompt]

“But I asked you to keep an eye out. Just not to watch me,” she retorted, her tone playfully irritated. Gloria nudged his arm with an elbow before she started back on the path to their destination. Now that she had a pit stop for a bathroom break she was feeling notably less miserable than before. 

[thesmugglersrun]

Over Breakfast [Holly, Emil]

saltyspitfire replied to your post: “You want coffee? 'Cause I was gonna make some.“

“Coffee ain’t gonna help with sleepin’,” Holly remarked, giving a short laugh. Regardless, she pushed the door open, and waved for him to come inside, “I can fix you somethin’ to eat too, if you’re hungry.”

“No, but now that the sun’s up, I need to stay awake,” he countered with a smile and a short laugh. “I don’t think the Grahams would be pleased to find me napping underneath the mutfruit plants when I should be tending them.” 

Upon being invited to enter her home, Emil wiped his boots on the mat in front of the doorway before walking inside. He took a brief look around before letting out a content sigh and aiming a sincere smile her way.

“Miss Holly, you are far too kind to me.... and I am far too hungry to turn down that offer,” he said, hanging his bag from the strap on the back of a chair. “But I will help so long as you point me in the right direction and don’t get mad if I like my bacon a little softer than burnt to a crisp.”