I need more RP blogs to follow. ^^
No offense, but after you flipped out on Mr. Riverton over him giving you food, I’m not going to feed you. HOWEVER, there is a trader right over there who can give you some. Here, have 50 caps *hands the Vagineer a bag full of bottlecaps*
Fair enough. I imagine I wouldn’t want to talk about it either. You ever try psycho? *Hands him some*
Interesting name, ‘Vagineer’. Say, why is your mouth so…..Genital-y?
Uh-huh. *Knocks arm away* What the bloody hell is wrong with your face?
Thank you, Adrien. *Takes the magazine* Always happy to help. Well, I must be off, I’m heading to Vegas for the week, and must….Pack. Goodbye, may we meet again in the future.
Alright, Adrien…..*Decides to change subject, given your lack of response as to where*…..So, how far away is your shack?
Ah. Honestly, I don’t doubt it. I’ve heard stranger things. So, where you from, stranger? Speaking of which, what is your name, anyway?
Hey, that was armor, alright? It’s not like I was walking around in a ladies’ sundress.
As for Cook-Cook, does he really? I met a lame wannabe bounty-hunter near McCarran who was terrified to go after Cook-Cook for, uh, certain reasons. But I guess he could have just been paranoid.
Honestly, I try to stay away from the big Fiend groups anyway. Nothing good comes from large groups of addicts with flamethrowers and laser guns.
For all you know you could be a talking purple orangutang in a polka dotted swimsuit to that Junkie, given the amount of chems the average Fiend takes.
I think Cook-Cook may make a few exceptions, but most queries as to who end with denial, and him bragging about his masculinity. Or rape, if you’re a woman. I think a certain Ranger is one of them, but he appears to be in denial as well.
Also, truer words have never been said, Trader.