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Re: constricting 2 1/2/???
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 02:21 am (UTC)(link)"I thought James had a daughter" he says, smirking coyly.
"He didn't he had a son that was female" he wants to reply to spit it in his face but he just looks down and shuffles. Moriarty grabs him by the chin and promises to keep it secret with a payment of 400 caps. He doesn't like the way he says "Protection" or how he warns that people "Might take advantage of him". He doesn't want him to keep staring at him, looking for filled out hips or even the slightest curve of breasts against his chest.
He shoved the bag of caps (all he has) and sells some raider treasures to get enough to last him 'til at least DC.
Sarah Lyons laughs at his voice when it chirps upwards but she stops laughing when he breaks the legs of the Supermutant that charges them.
When he gets to Threedog he finds out he's a hero, and he doesn't even know. He spends an hour listening to the pre-recorded news, "Vault 101 opens" "Raiders taken down in Springvale" "Moira Brown's dreambook to be printed soon all thanks to the Lone Wanderer".
Three Dog leans back in his fancy spinny chair and hands him a bottle of whiskey, asks him about himself. Could be good for an interview. He learns some things.
1. There's no one in his life right now, but there sure are a lot of pretty girls in the wasteland.
2. His rolemodel is his dad for his acceptance and love, but also his firmness and his take-no-bullshit attitude.
3. He's a late bloomer and dreams of having a beard cool as his dads.
One of these is a half-truth.
constricting 3/???
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)Snap.
His eyes widen and he looks to his left shoulder.
The strap broke. His mind goes through a thousand terrible thoughts but he realizes he's okay at sewing, he can fix it....
"Three Dog, you got a needle and thread?" He asks to him while he's staying up, fiddling with records and buttons.
"Yeah, it's in the backroom in the toolbox." He doesn't even look up.
"Can you bring it to me?"
Three Dog looks up. "Look, kid, much as I like you, I'm busy, and your legs work."
He looks down and shuffles. "I'm sorry." His voice is quiet and low and feminine and Three Dog stares.
"You ok?" Three Dog stands up and starts to walk towards him nononono what if he sees. "Sorry, haven't slept in 48 hours cus of all the fucking explosions."
"It's..." No way out no way out nowayout nowayoutnowayoutnowayout
"You promise not to tell?" What if he does what if he says THE LONE WANDERERS A GIRL on the radio what if what if
He looks surprised for a second but just nods.
James Jr steps out and theres the body of a Cathy that he sees a million reasons to hide but he doesn't, just sheepishly holds out the binder and says "It broke".
Thee Dog just grabs the binder and he can see the gears clicking in his head and 1-2-3 "Ah. No prob. I think we got some in the med bay, lemme just get you a new one."
"What." He feels tears coming up and swallows them back.
"Yeah, it's no big deal. Sorry for being an asshole. If I knew I wouldn't have been like that."
Three Dog leaves and comes back in a few minutes with a brand new white binder that didn't even smell 200-something years old.
He lifts it on over himself and it fits perfectly, maybe even better than the old one.
He comes back out of his room and Threedog's still fiddling at the records. "Should I have told you?"
"What? No, did you want too?"
James Jr shakes his head. "I don't know much about this."
Three Dog murmurs something like "poor sheltered bastard". He flinches.
"Ok. First things first, got you something." He opens up a drawer and tosses a bottle of pills at his feet. He picks them up and examines the label.
"Is this buffout? My dad said you shouldn't take it." Three Dog laughs.
"Tell that to a million raiders." he turns to the clueless boy and looks serious. "Alright, listen carefully. Half a pill a day. Not 3, not the whole bottle, not one because you forgot the other day. Half a pill. It's basically straight testerone. It'll beef you up and put some hair on your chin."
He looks and stares at the bottle in his hand and suddenly he's filled with so many questions. Will it make him taller? More muscular? Deepen his voice?
"And, uh. Don't bother him until you've been on it for a while, but--" He turns back to the desk and scribbles a name on a corner of paper. He hands the paper over and on it in the shitty, self-taught handwriting is the name "Horace Pinkerton".
"Only guy I know that can do extensive shit like that. Ask around for him when you reach Rivet City." Threedog goes back to the records and examines one closely.
He swallows hard and clenches the bottle in his hand. "Why are you helping me?"
He looks up. "Huh?"
"Why are you helping me?" he repeats, louder and a little more urgent. Three Dog sighs again and flicks a piece of dirt out of the record's ridge.
"I gotta help people, don't I? Fighting the good fight and all."
He doesn't say anything else. He takes the pills and goes to bed with a smile.
Re: constricting 3/???
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 02:35 am (UTC)(link)Re: constricting 3/???
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 04:21 am (UTC)(link)Anyway! Much love for this!
Re: constricting 3/???
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 06:12 am (UTC)(link)it was that or mention his aunt was trans or something but neither quite fit with the feel of this chapter while still leaving me comfortable.
Re: constricting 3/???
(Anonymous) 2012-06-02 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)