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@thisfuckingbeach​ sent: ❛ Y’all get mad and want to fight, I get mad and want to kill people, that’s why I don’t get mad. ❜ 

Six purses her lips. It’s good to know -- not that she’ll do anything with it now. Not that she plans to do anything with it in the future. Getting mad is foolhardy, though she thinks so for other reasons. It’s easy to take a large man seriously when he threatens lives in anger. That’s not a little lady who needs to calm down.

She smiles. It’s understanding and far from patronizing, because she gets it even if it is a little bit different, “Hopefully it won’t come to that. I’ll do my best so it don’t,” Her eyes shift from Higgs to the unreasonable Fiends, and Six doesn’t want to a blood bath.

“It might help if we speak in a language they like,” and on cue, she pulls out a generous stash of Med-X, “Let’s see what we can do, alright?”

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@thisfuckingbeach​ said: “I want to know who your friends are.”

“You’re gettin’ warmer,” she tries really hard not to giggle at the way his brow furrows. Instead she bites her lip so hard that it hurts, but it gets the job done. Instead she just smiles at Craig Boone widely, even if he isn’t looking at her.

“That’s not how you spot,” Boone replies flatly, and Six looks back into the binoculars. It’s just a little gecko, and it’s sunning on some rocks, but they’re hungry and Six is tired of Blamco. A home cooked meal, she’s insisted. Some gecko steaks and roasted xander root. Her mouth waters just thinking about it. Boone might

“Alright, then you’re shootin’ a little to the left,” she waits for him to adjust, “Better?”

He doesn’t answer, and the bang! and vapor trail of his bullet confirm that yes, yes it was better. Six cheers, and almost misses the way his hand raises up for a high five. It’s one she quickly returns with a victorious laugh.

It’s worth it to see the ghost of a grin on his face when the meal is done and they eat by their campfire.

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𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹    /   @thisfuckingbeach​

“I’m meant to hand this off to you, right?” Dorothy still gripped the package a little bit tighter, almost protectively, “That is -- unless you’ve seen another person with a mask like yours around.”

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del  navarro  never  had  to  really  deal  with  radiation  storms  before  leaving  the  mojave, but boy did she hate them now. the taste of that chalky rad-x pill beat the feeling that came with radiation exposure though, and that was enough to keep her taking it. you would think, with not leaving your workshop, you’d be fine but no    ——   rads seeped into everything.  she’s surprised someone would even be out walking in this nightmare, and just the slightest twinge more that someone would come to her shop. it’s not like she dealt in general goods, or chems, meds and alcohol. all the same, she nods slightly towards the stranger.  ❛  that’s  one  hell  of  a  trek  to  a  tattoo  shop,  what  do  you  need?  ❜    /      ♡   ——  @thisfuckingbeach​.