daddy??? bullshit we aren't even related by blood
sips tea. thats none of his business
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Martin Rinman Residual Self-Image
Prydwen
I love this 😃
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‘kidnapper, actually, but thanks for playing, smartass.’ normally, coco’s not so prickly, but she’s just lost a thousand cap bounty and she’s a little (a lot) sore over it. the fact that he’s not his pretty friend is just salt in the wound. ‘habit, job, you know. sadly, we can’t all sit on our pretty ships in the sky and paint each other’s toenails.’ she watches him as he eyes her gun—she trusts someone in a big suit about as far as she can throw them. which, considering the power armor, isn’t far. ‘yeah, yeah, get all your laughs out, big guy.’
‘wow, someone got out the wrong side of the bed today,’ it’s taking a lot of effort not to laugh (and not at her misfortune either, just at how salty she’s being today), ‘i was close though... do i at least get some points, or are you feeling stingy now, too,’ her comment leave frustration bottled up in his stomach, the only remnant of it’s existence is how her gun goes from his hands to floor with a haphazard toss; subtle disrespect in retaliation to her own, ‘i’d rather be doing that than having to sell yourself to do people’s dirty work...’
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❛ his name? oh, his name is.. sparky. named by some kid back on the settlement, ❜ he fondly thought of the amusement in shaun’s eyes upon first seeing the dog, though it was rather typical, it seemed to fit the dog— being extremely energetic and not knowing when to stop barking. ❛ really, i’m still sorry, haha… he’s a bit of a rascal, sorry if he caused you any trouble. ❜ the raised rifle sure had given him a startle; though he somewhat understood, seeing as it could have been an attack dog. or something else.
‘sparky!’ he repeats the dogs name, as if an attempt to catch the dogs attention just that little bit more, maybe even ease him a little, ‘he mustn’t be very old, is he? he’s very sweet, the name certainly fits him,’ his hand comes down gently against the dogs head, scratching behind his ear, before eyes track back up to the man in front of him, ‘no, he didn’t don’t worry. he just gave me a fright, is all, it’s not often you meet friendly dogs out here. i wish more were, though,’
blindwrath
why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face
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Tom Cruise, ‘The Outsiders’ (1983)
im going to bed now and then its dungeons and dragons tomorrow night where THIS GUY becomes official and in game so thatll be fun!!
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“I WISH everyone thought like that around here, I’m happy someone as young of you has such a noble ideal. I’m quite impressed.” She pulled her hand back, her smile fading into a stoic masque “Your fellow men should learn from your example, what’s your name?”
He takes the compliments with a proud smile, slowly but surely, maybe the Knight will start to be impressed with himself, too. Eyes glance down the line of other Knights, before heels come together and a balled fist sits across his chest, “Armstrong, ma’am. David Armstrong,”
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“David…?” Kirby tiptoes down the corridor, fingers bunched around a torn duffle bag. It’s nearing four in the morning by now, for God’s sake. What on earth could possess a soldier to wander the Prydwen at such an hour? Why, a gift, of course (trinkets he’d gathered for a best friend). “Daaavid.” He pushes the name out through a hoarse voice. “Where the hell are you? I got a little somethin’—” BAM. Kirby’s boot accidentally strikes the wall, forcing him to bite back a curse. Surprisingly enough, it works (for a total of five seconds). The duffle slips out of his hands as he grabs at his injured foot. “Fucking-fuckity-shit-shit-shit!”
Okay, that was on him; he swings the door, once half open, to be wide in his face for him to hit. He wasn’t really sleeping anyway (night watch wasn’t fun for anyone, but it had to be done), leather boots had been sat up on a railing as he tugged at loose threads in his gloves. He had been bored out of his mind before the other Paladin turned up, honestly wondering where Kirby was to begin with. It was abnormal for him not to have stopped by, at the very least; but now, after calling for him he stumbles back, David’s eyes are wide as he’s scrambling to grab the bag before it clatters against the ground, making more noise than the other already was, “KIRBY! What are you doing!?” he exclaims, but by now, he can’t help but laugh at him.
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