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

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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.