One shoulder shrugged. “That’s a first,” she whispered turning her head away.
Needle was suddenly harshly pulled through her flesh. “What was that?”
“Nothing that should keep you awake at night.”
His milky eyes narrowed, and a final pull of the thread might have been too much but helmet obscured any reaction. It did nothing for his mood – her lack of reaction, her constant, maddeningly even tone. It was as if she was deliberately trying to provoke him.
In turn, and ignoring the burning line of pain and the man only working on increasing it apparently, her eyes rested on the distant blue glow of the wending machine coming through the cracks in the wall. And such beautiful machine it was! Food, water, medicine, ammo… All for a price of one casino chip. And if there was one thing Vegas had in abundance – it was gambling chips. Perhaps the Casino held some blueprints of them. If not, she’d have to hop over to Big Empty once more, but it would be worth the trip if she could bring those to the Mojave.
“That should hold until the stimpacks kick in,” he said sitting back after he finished. His palms and tips of fingers were bloody and, without giving it much thought he wiped them of his trousers. The last handkerchief in his possession had run its course some twelve years ago.
“I wish I had that suit with me…” she whispered trying to sit up then. Any of the two. In fact, Big MT offered enough decent armor for any situation. If she only had access to the old hazmat suit she found in the testing ground she might have been able to pass as one of them even. As long as the mutation didn’t got to her first.
When she finally pulled herself fully upright she noticed that the stitches held, surprisingly and she glanced at him.
“What?” He asked. “You didn’t think I can do it? Or you didn’t feel a thing? I happen to favor the gentle touch.”
A gentle touch that hurt more than the cut itself.
“Nothing.” She wasn’t going to mention the phoenix implant certainly helped him along the way. “We need to move on, before they find us.”
Re: F!Courier/Dean Domino - A Heist - 6d
Needle was suddenly harshly pulled through her flesh. “What was that?”
“Nothing that should keep you awake at night.”
His milky eyes narrowed, and a final pull of the thread might have been too much but helmet obscured any reaction. It did nothing for his mood – her lack of reaction, her constant, maddeningly even tone. It was as if she was deliberately trying to provoke him.
In turn, and ignoring the burning line of pain and the man only working on increasing it apparently, her eyes rested on the distant blue glow of the wending machine coming through the cracks in the wall. And such beautiful machine it was! Food, water, medicine, ammo… All for a price of one casino chip. And if there was one thing Vegas had in abundance – it was gambling chips. Perhaps the Casino held some blueprints of them. If not, she’d have to hop over to Big Empty once more, but it would be worth the trip if she could bring those to the Mojave.
“That should hold until the stimpacks kick in,” he said sitting back after he finished. His palms and tips of fingers were bloody and, without giving it much thought he wiped them of his trousers. The last handkerchief in his possession had run its course some twelve years ago.
“I wish I had that suit with me…” she whispered trying to sit up then. Any of the two. In fact, Big MT offered enough decent armor for any situation. If she only had access to the old hazmat suit she found in the testing ground she might have been able to pass as one of them even. As long as the mutation didn’t got to her first.
When she finally pulled herself fully upright she noticed that the stitches held, surprisingly and she glanced at him.
“What?” He asked. “You didn’t think I can do it? Or you didn’t feel a thing? I happen to favor the gentle touch.”
A gentle touch that hurt more than the cut itself.
“Nothing.” She wasn’t going to mention the phoenix implant certainly helped him along the way. “We need to move on, before they find us.”