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Guess I was gonna walk in here
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐น๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ฝ
โ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝโ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ but it's not really how I was raised.
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"Is there anything I can help with? While you two are out," she said, motioning to Dogmeat whilst keeping her gaze fixed on the Ghoul. "I don't want to just sit around on my butt while you do all the work."
She may not be a born-and-bred Wastelander, but she was trying, dangit.
Right; this wasn't the sterile Vault-Tec approved environment she was used to. Who even knew what manner of pathogens and methods of infection there were up on the surface - and he would damn sure know about them better than she would.
She wasn't much of a fan of Brahmin jerky, but she wasn't about to argue with her grumbling stomach. Shifting her newly bandaged shin in her boot, she took a piece and tore into it with pearly white teeth, chewing for a moment before speaking again.
"Thank you," she repeated, wincing softly as the needle pierced her abdomen, but almost instantly relaxing as the Med-X worked its way through her system. "I appreciate the concern...though, I'd feel bad if we burn through our supplies just for a blister..."
She very nearly rebuked with an offended huff - until the sudden sting of the hastily-applied alcohol pulled a hiss through gritted teeth, her hands balled into fists beside her as she suffered through the sting.
But nothing caught her more off-guard than what followed.
Uncharacteristically, Lucy merely watched in silence as the Ghoul began to inspect and dress her blister. It wasn't ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ - it had barely even begun to bleed - but she couldn't help but watch in awe at the care he showed while treating her.
the blood that drips down from your chin is sickly sweet and metallic and๏ผ oh๏ผ so familiar. you are not sure you remember who it belongs to anymore.
She couldn't help but cringe, just thinking about all of the Nuka Cola caps she'd carelessly thrown away in Vault 33 over the years. She'd be a millionaire in the wastes, she expects, just from Norm's predilection for the sugary soda alone.
"I...I-I don't actually know."
It was downright embarrassing to admit; this wasn't her first day in the wasteland, not even her first week, but she still felt like a fish floundering out of water.
"My supplies are low, so I'm really just looking for a settlement - a ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ญ๐บ settlement, preferably, or...or friendly enough. Somewhere I can resupply, maybe even spend the night...maybe even somewhere I can make some caps."
"Thank you," the brunette looked up at the Ghoul with a smile - tiny, yet grateful - before pulling a scrap of sun-faded fabric that she had salvaged from the recesses of her bag, kicking her boot off and beginning to wrap it around her ankle. "How...how are you holding up?"
A tiny sigh left her as she all but plopped onto a nearby chunk of concrete, some vestige of a building that had long since toppled. Bag set down beside her, Lucy made sure to give Dogmeat a pet with one hand while she rifled around for something to use as a makeshift bandage.
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Hiiiii, I've been dealing with some Shitโข๏ธ but I'm gonna make an attempt to at least get to replies I owe today because my writing muse is slowly coming back. Slowly, lmao.
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Her ankle had started to blister.
It was a minor irritation at first, an itch that soon turned into a burning pain, growing with each step. The Ghoul didn't seem like he noticed - and if he had, would he care?
"Can we stop to rest? Just for a little bit."
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"Excuse me! Hi, pardon me - oof!" The toe of Lucy's leather boot caught on something - a rock, a can, a dismembered limb, it was hard to tell - as she made her way over to stranger, giving her best Vault-Tec smile. "Sorry, I, uh...I'm looking for directions?"