"So! Of course you're familiar with the idea of women having to stay at home and do all the cooking and cleaning, right?" Alexia didn't give him time to answer. "That is now your job here." She glanced down at the mess of clothing and armor at their feet. "...yeah, maybe start here while I go find cleaning supplies."
Vulpes caught her by the arm before she could run off to do just that. "And why should I be letting you order me around?"
Alexia gestured with the arm he wasn't holding towards the Securitron still sitting in the hallway. Yes Man waved to them.
"And if I don't care about what that thing could do to me?"
She shrugged. "The NCR's pissed about having to pack up and go home, there's probably tons of soldiers who would love to ignore their laws on torture. Bet the higher ups would even want to join them."
Vulpes considered this for a moment, before letting go and crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine. Now, please tell me you had some sort of organizational system in place here that got messed up in the rush to get ready for battle and you don't actually live like this."
The Courier was already gone when he looked up.
The former Frumentarius grumbled to himself and started picking up the discarded armor, folding things neatly before setting them aside. He could decide how to sort everything into the various wardrobes after he had a clear path to actually reach them.
With enough sorted into piles that he could navigate to the other side of the room, Vulpes took an armful of armor and opened the closest wardrobe. He paused, staring at the neatly folded armor sitting at the bottom. He shook his head and set the clothing down on top of Caesar's armor.
He turned around and almost jumped--would have jumped if he hadn't been as well trained as he was--as Alexia was suddenly back reclined on her bed, when he was certain she had not been there moments before. She pointed at the pile of cleaning rags and chemicals and such she had set at the foot of the bed, "For when you're done with that," and went back to her book.
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200 Years of Dust - F!Courier/Vulpes (3/?)
Date: 2016-10-08 04:37 am (UTC)Vulpes caught her by the arm before she could run off to do just that. "And why should I be letting you order me around?"
Alexia gestured with the arm he wasn't holding towards the Securitron still sitting in the hallway. Yes Man waved to them.
"And if I don't care about what that thing could do to me?"
She shrugged. "The NCR's pissed about having to pack up and go home, there's probably tons of soldiers who would love to ignore their laws on torture. Bet the higher ups would even want to join them."
Vulpes considered this for a moment, before letting go and crossing his arms over his chest. "Fine. Now, please tell me you had some sort of organizational system in place here that got messed up in the rush to get ready for battle and you don't actually live like this."
The Courier was already gone when he looked up.
The former Frumentarius grumbled to himself and started picking up the discarded armor, folding things neatly before setting them aside. He could decide how to sort everything into the various wardrobes after he had a clear path to actually reach them.
With enough sorted into piles that he could navigate to the other side of the room, Vulpes took an armful of armor and opened the closest wardrobe. He paused, staring at the neatly folded armor sitting at the bottom. He shook his head and set the clothing down on top of Caesar's armor.
He turned around and almost jumped--would have jumped if he hadn't been as well trained as he was--as Alexia was suddenly back reclined on her bed, when he was certain she had not been there moments before. She pointed at the pile of cleaning rags and chemicals and such she had set at the foot of the bed, "For when you're done with that," and went back to her book.