#trnabout001

[atomsurvived]

@trnabout

"Okay, hold on..." Nate was on his knees, wiping dust from Dogmeat's goggles with the red bandana wrapped on the dog's neck. The debris of Boston's ruins has dirtied it quite a bit, but not as much as allowing the dog to roll around in the grass, blades of it all over his fur. Dogmeat licked Nate's face in appreciation as he placed the goggles back on Dogmeat's face, adjusting the strap and petting him on the head. "You've gotta stop rolling around in the dirt so much. Who knows how much water is left in these reserves!"

Dogmeat didn't seem to mind much, running off as Nate stood back up with a grunt, straightening his back. No matter how fit he was, all those centuries in the freezer were going to catch up to him sooner or later! He turned to catch up with Dogmeat, who was barking at some lawyer-type, tail wagging. It seemed like he'd found some food, although it's quite obvious someone was in the middle of eating it. Nate came over, tugging the bandana lightly to encourage Dogmeat to step back and away from the hotdog-- and the person holding it, who seemed like all he wanted was a peaceful midday meal to himself.

"I'm sorry, he's just really into sausages and stuff..." Dogmeat's ears flattened, his eyes shining behind the goggles. "Uh, this is Dogmeat. He's not my dog, he's like, his own man or something like that. Can I make it up to you?"

[cityburns]

@trnabout

It's still mad. It thought that maybe, after enjoying a bit of the amenities in the back of V's head, it'd calm down and be more level-headed. Maybe that was what V was looking for. But no, after a good few hours chilling and checking on his arm, this place still sucked to be stuck in. The rage still seethed under his skin, on a hair trigger. All it would take would be a minor inconvenience to fuck it all up. And as if he was asking for it, someone bumps right into him, paper bag of tequila knocked right out of his silver hand. The fucking nerve of this guy. Johnny turns to see who it is, just some suit, but it doesn't ease the tension.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" That's all it took, really. Johnny was losing patience for V at this point and wanted to take it out on something. Someone. He doesn't even pay any mind to his drink from earlier, doesn't even stop to think if this person is real or a figment of V's imagination. He storms right over, gripping Phoenix by the lapels, and growls. Fingers on both hands twitch with rage. He has nothing to say, just wants a reason to punch someone, hoping that Phoenix can see the reflection of his own fear in his sunglasses.