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Re: I'll get my brother on you (2b/?)

[(Anonymous)]

“Well drink it then” she said after seeing Charon stare at it and not touch it.

Charon took the cold beer in his hand, he’d not held one in so many years. It was the first courtesy he’d been bestowed since Ahzrukhal bought him new ammo, which wasn't so nice in the long run. He put the bottle to his lips and took it down smoothly, savoring it and letting it cool his seemingly always dry throat.

She on the other hand gulped hers down like a teenage boy he noted.

Letting her now half empty bottle sit on the table, she reached over to the chair with her bag on it between them. She then pulled out his contract and unfolded it.

Charon snorted, there was his life folded up in some kid’s schoolbag. He watched her as she slurped on her drink and read it to herself every now and then pausing to look at him.
Mimicking her relaxed body language he assumed he could let himself lean back in his chair and look up at the ceiling. It’s peeling as much as I am…

“They don’t like you, ya’ know” she said bluntly after a while, still looking at her new purchase.

Charon just grumbled. That’s not news.

“They don’t want me to go with you” she stopped reading and looked up at him, “They think you’ll kill me.”

Charon just looked back down at her coldly as he sipped from his beer. If she was scared of him maybe she'd be easier on him...

“You can’t though can you” she leaned back, “says it here” she waved the paper.

What is your fucking point smoothskin? Perhaps she wasn't so scared...

“Good” she nodded and put the paper back in her bag.

Good? Does she expect me to want her dead…?

“Anyway big guy we gotta move out”, she left her now empty bottle on the table and stood up, “so drink up.”

He finished his beer and stood, letting his full height tower over her. For the first time she looked up at him and took in his full height.

“Good” she smiled.

Re: I'll get my brother on you (3a/?)

[(Anonymous)]

She was a terrible shot. It would be funny if it didn’t mean Charon had to work twice as hard and it wasn’t particularly fun defending someone he already really wasn’t keen on at all. They had been wandering round the subways for a good 3 hours by Charon’s count and he could tell she was lost. Not my place to say anything he allowed himself a small grin as he followed her.

“For fuck’s sake” she exhaled loudly and came to a halt, so did he.
She started kicking at the floor and poking at her pipboy. She’s got a map on that thing and she’s still lost? How green is she?
It could have been a lot easier if she’d told him where they were headed but she hadn’t really uttered a word to him since they left Underworld. Charon had decided to not look a gift horse in the mouth and used this quiet time for target practice and loosening up his old muscles. It was remarkably therapeutic for him shooting ferals down with ease and the way this kid tried not to jump with each blast of his shotgun, usually before she’d even heard a growl, was pretty amusing for him. She’s a fucking baby.

“Charon” she piped up for once.

“Yes mistress” he drawled out from behind her, Here it comes, ‘I’m lost’…

“Wher- What’s with all this ‘mistress’ shit?!” she turned round to him, obviously not the original direction this conversation was going.

“Is it not to your liking mistress? He responded.

“What is it your default setting or something?” she sniggered.

“Would you prefer I address you as something else” he looked down at her finding no amusement in it himself.

She let out a loud cackle. Urgh what a laugh.

“Yeah, ‘your highness’” she smiled up at him coyly.

“Yes your highness” this answer gained him an even louder cackle. Bitch. So it was an egocentric thief he’d be babysitting he concluded.

“That’s too good” she chuckled wiping her right eye.

“What is it you wanted of me your highness?” Charon asked bluntly, knowing now he had a chance to dent her ego. You’re still the one fucking lost with a map dipshit.

“Oh right, yeah. Do you know how to get to Megaton?” she half mumbled.

Megaton? The bomb-town. Why?

“Yes I do… your highness” he couldn’t help but have a sarcastic tone with that term of address, highness, really? Fucking princess.

“Well can you show me” she slung her hand on her hip as she looked up at him.

“Would you like me to put a marker on your pipboy?” he let his eyes drift to her arm with the device clamped on.

“No it’s already…” she shuffled and removed her hand from her hip, “It’s already on there” she huffed crossing her arms.
He didn’t respond to this. ‘He wasn’t asked a question so why should he’ was how he preferred to operate. It added to his cold exterior but also left her squirming with embarrassment, a win-win.

“I don’t know, I can’t read it… Maps…” she crossed her arms in defeat.

He nodded and strode past her, almost triumphantly, “I shall lead then, your highness.”
She screwed her nose up at him as he passed but fell into place behind him, there was not much she could do really.