She clutches at her head, waiting for the headache to subside before she continues.
βNo offense, but the kinda shite Iβm doinβ isnβt somethinβ I'd recommend to ya. The booze is one thing, but ya donβt wanna get mixed up in the rest of it. Trust me.β
βHa ha, very funny, MacCready.β
She tries in vain to rub the hangover out of her eyes.
βWouldnβt even be surprisinβ if I spent two hundred years gettinβ wasted only to wake up to the exact same fucked up world I fell asleep in. βLeast it was yer handsome face that woke me up.β
She leans against her bat casually.
βIβve got a friend who remembers when they still played the game. Told me all about it once while I was beatinβ a raiderβs head in with me slugger.
βSounds like it woulda been more fun if they let ya hit each other with the bats, though...β
I'd sayyyyy
[ Doing quick math ]
Yeah. Baseballs don't usually explode so that makes this hard to say.
By the way, surprised you even know the terms of Baseball.
βFuckβ!β
She swings at it with her baseball bat, sending the explosive careening over a building, where it explodes with a muffled boom. The sound of distant screaming echoes into the air.
βYβreckon that was a home run?β
βGuess Iβll just have to make up fer lost time, then.β
She pulls her in close.
βIβll tell ya a secret: yβmight be my favorite synth. I know, big surprise, right? Lotsa strong competition, like... that Valentine fella.β
She chuckles aloud.
βBut I canβt help likinβ ya best.β
β you have not asked! β
she rests her head against cait's shoulder looking for more warmth, a small sigh escaping her lips and brushing against the skin.
β ..you are also the only one who has ever wanted to. not many around 'ze commonwealth are fond of synths, as you know.. β
βNo problem.β
Such a gentle touch. Cait still isnβt used to it, after a lifetime of mistreatmentβbut she could /get/ used to it.
She settles in with a contented sigh. βSβnice,β she says. βHavenβt had a good cuddle in a while. Why the hell donβt we do this all the time?β
β i am already having a.. how
do you sayββ π£ππ’π΄π΅! β
she giggles and rests her hands on cait's sides. the warmth was still going to take time for her to get used to.
β thank you, madamΓ¨.. β
βAlright, scoot over.β
She invites herself onto the bedroll, snaking her arms around Curie as she gets comfortable in it.
βI donβt do this fer just anyone, yβknow. Better enjoy it while ya can.β