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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Re: I Like Your Mouth (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-18 05:54 am (UTC)(link)Arcade has been droning on about photosynthesis and the procreation of plants since they left Freeside, but now, he’s silent.
Vulpes ties the rope he’s been toting the other by to the arm of a cactus and takes a seat at the edge of the cracked asphalt. Arcade, left with little choice, joins him.
Has Vulpes noticed his sunburn? Arcade’s noticed his sunburn, and he can’t even see himself. The sun is what has silenced him, and his lips are so dry that to move them is a pain.
The Legionary digs through the remains of the caravan and produces a canteen. He unscrews the cap, sniffs it, and then takes a good, long swig.
Fortunately, Vulpes must be in a giving mood, as he unceremoniously thrusts the bottle into his captive’s open hands.
It’s awkward for him to drink with his wrists tied together, but he manages. Well, hope Prince Charming wasn’t counting on having any more of this. He finishes it off, and tosses the empty canteen to the ground by his feet.
“Where is the Courier?”
Well, that’s one way to start conversation.
“Oh, good question!” he exclaims, beaming at him.
“You know where he is,” Vulpes scolds, steepling his fingers. Someone isn’t in a very playful mood. “You could save yourself a good amount of pain if you would kindly tell me where.”
“I’m sure I could. But you see, I don’t actually know. And believe me; I have a few choice words for him, myself. I’m pretty sure you’re in the back of the line in this situation.”
Arcade is fully aware that the Courier is in that Lucky 38 penthouse. It’s just that his, and everyone else’s invitations to the place, have been rescinded.
“The casino?”
“Probably.”
Vulped frowns. “Expected. That will be a task for another time. I believe I’ll have you escort me.”
“Excellent idea,” Arcade muses, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Between the army of securitrons and inaccessible terminals, it’ll work out phenomenally.”
Vulpes shoots him a look, the one Arcade identifies as that signature Legion ‘I’m-going-to-wring-your-profligate-neck’ look, and pushes himself to his feet. He grabs the rope and yanks it. It bites into the Follower’s wrists, but it gets the point across. Slowly, he rises to his feet as well, the task particularly draining due to his restrained hands.
They walk until nightfall.
It’s not until they stop at an abandoned shack that Arcade announces that he should have stayed and slept with the robot, after all.
Re: I Like Your Mouth (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 03:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: I Like Your Mouth (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-26 05:05 am (UTC)(link)AA here
(Anonymous) 2012-06-29 05:10 am (UTC)(link)Re: I Like Your Mouth (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-07-16 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)Re: I Like Your Mouth (3b/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-10-09 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: I Like Your Mouth (3b/?)
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