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shadow-of-a-past:
“Why else would I ask?”
Hazy blue eyes glanced the other man up and down, before meeting his gaze again. Damien quirked a brow.
“I honestly have no idea...”
After all, he failed to see why the General of the Minutemen would look to the director of the Institute of all people for council on who they were as a person.
💘- "Do you like me y/n"
The implications of the question were lost on him outright. He couldn’t think of a single reason why the answer would be ‘no,’ Shadow was likable as a person even regardless of his status.
“Yes, why?” he responded thoughtlessly.
“You know you could just ask to be let in.”
Yun stood over the crouched man who had been trying to pick the padlock she had on the storm cellar doors of her home, shotgun slung over her back and box cutter in her hand, the blade still sheathed. Nacho was hovering around somewhere nearby. Weird little robot.
Maybe the man before her though there was some good shit down there, or maybe he was looking for shelter for the night. Maybe he was going to try and shoot her and steal her keys. You just never knew now a days.
“If you’re looking for a place to stay I got an extra mattress. If you’re not, leave.” Such a charmer she was.
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@shadow-of-a-past Crud, crud, CRUD. The mirelurks breached the boat port. They must have gotten into the generator, the outside lights began to flicker and went out. He was overwhelmed. Wilbur retreated his way up the road to a hidden Railroad stash he'd made a while back. It had a few more guns and a few packs of ammo. Perfect. He left what he did not need and did his best to hide the stash again. He couldn't do this alone. There were too many. As fate would have it he spied someone. "Hey, I need a hand, there's uh caps if you want em."
