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isn’t that just great? Follow the old url again so Rick can bug the shit out of you guys. I’ll try to follow back from his old list.
I’ll be transferring threads when I get to replying, so no worries there friends...
This blog has moved to a main account.
isn’t that just great? Follow the old url again so Rick can bug the shit out of you guys. I’ll try to follow back from his old list.
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"I heard being ugly is painful, maybe that's why. You should know."
“Yeah, I’m the ugliest around, on the inside. Thanks for reminding me, babe.”
Heard you're a filthy ghoulfucker, confirm or deny
“Shut the fuck up Abner!”
"Lighten up, Richie."
"I... Never. Gave you permission to call me that. How dare you."
"How about I call you Dick? Boy, do I love that one. I could say it for days- what do you think? :)"
“For the love of God, do not call me Dick.”
“I will not even look at you if you call me Dick.”
"Hey Rick, ya don't mind if I call ya Richard? It's got a lovely twang to the sound of it..."
He let out a small... weak sigh.
“I would really prefer to be called Rick. Rick is perfectly fine, I’d like to keep it that way.”
You know what’s fun to write? Healthy relationships.
I don’t mean in the sense that healthy relationships are important to portray in fiction–no, I mean, they’re actually enjoyable to scribble down. Think of these examples:
There’s something to writing unhealthy relationships, in the sense of drama and conflict, but there’s no reason a healthy one can’t have drama and conflict while the characters still work to make their partner happy. There’s also something to not throwing unneeded drama and conflict at them, allowing them to interact with themselves and the story in positive ways. Honestly, it’s refreshing and puts a smile on your face (or, at least it puts one on mine). It shows everyone else what the characters prioritize: a healthy dynamic with the person they care about most. It doesn’t have to be boring.
(Also applies to non-monogamous and platonic relationships.)
She gave him a small, quick smirk at his comment, though didn’t say much else before they entered the cafe together.
Inside, she stood quietly alongside Rick while they picked out their respective mid-morning snacks. Skye went for a orange-colored teacake, baked with some assortment of citrus fruits, a mug of black coffee, and an entire handful of artificial sweeteners. From her own pocket she threw a few caps onto the counter, grabbing two copies of what looked like a local comic book being sold, and a some bits of shredded brahmin meat for Lollipop and Mortimer to chew on. With a loaded tray she slipped into a tall lawn chair, which creaked in protest against the sudden weight. Reaching for the comics, Skye slid the extra issue to Rick without saying much about it, though it was meant to be taken as a friendly gesture; a small trade for the meal he was giving her. Tearing into the small packets of sweetener, she began to unload them one by one into her coffee, coming to about four heaps until Rick started talking again. Looking up, she flashed him another smirk, grabbing a small bent spoon to stir in her mountain of sugar substitute. “Aside running into you? Nothing great,” she replied, playfully agreeing with his jest. “Work, mostly. Boring shit.” Using a free hand, she scooped up the scraps of meat and placed them onto the floor by her boots for the animals, which gave her a few seconds to consider what she wanted to say next. Almost hesitantly, she looked back over at Rick, and added, “I’m thinking about trying to buy out a room at the Rexford soon, though.”
Rick gave the comic a quick squint, there was something strangely familiar about this issue and it wasn't because it was a comic book. The cover had an illustration of a man wearing a familiar blue outfit, the title read 'Adventures of the Lone Wanderer'. He only flipped through a few pages before closing it and placing the comic on his lap... it was about a Vault Dweller. Instead he'd turn his attention back to Skye in time to hear her mention the hotel.
“Oh, that's exciting.” he offered with a smile before he took a bite out of his muffin. A quick glance near his feet and he saw that Mortimer had begun playing with these meat bits as oppose to eating them, Rick shook his head briefly at the sight of the cat pawing and biting at them much like a cat might toy with a mouse before the kill. “We'll be neighbors.” Rick added, but left out the stating that he didn't actually knew where she stayed outside of Goodneighbor, but he seemed generally happy to know that she wanted to live here regardless. “Then, ah, you know- you can come over to my place sometime and we can...” then he gestured vaguely with one hand between them, “We can do stuff like this more often.”
“Maybe seeing you more often means... I'll worry about you less.” then he brought his mug up toward his lips and took a long sip from his tea, as if a means to silence himself, most of what he'd said had been sheepishly spoken at best. Rick always seemed quiet during one on one conversations and he didn't speak much at all in groups unless there was someone around to bounce banter with- or he was drunk or high. No, he seemed more sober lately and not has bad as he had been a year ago; finally living in a settlement may have been good for his health after all, at least he didn't look as sickly and strung out as he did when he and Skye first met.
Hancock was always encouraging Rick to be more... social. Honestly, if he wasn't nudging him he was probably doing it to Fahrenheit, what a pest. With just some Mentats in his system and hardly any alcohol in his blood it was difficult to find that motivation to engage other people. Rick hadn't realized how long he'd been standing there until he was blind sighted by a familiar.
Lucky it was Skye, otherwise, he most certainly would have resisted against the pull of her hands. That lost look on his face disappeared and warmed into a smile once he processed the entire situation. It wasn't a fib, her mention of saving him from worse, at least he knew her enough that a kiss was more than welcomed- others in this place were less than desirable.
“You're too good to me.” he replied with a noticeable warmth in his voice. Then he decided he might as well reciprocate the gesture, but slid his hand to take one of hers and brought it up to gingerly cradle as he laid a kiss on the peak of her knuckles.
“I'm glad you're here,” he added, “I was worried I was going to miss you.”
Lately, it seems Rick has been weaning himself from wearing that old vault suit. He had meant to throw it away a while ago, but some thick layer of guilt coats his heart when he makes plans to toss the thing. At some point, he figures, he'll have the courage to roll it up and toss it into one of the barrel fires that dot the street corners in Goodneighbor, but until then it makes for a warm layer to wear under other clothes during the winter when he has to make his trips out to Diamond City.
