This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So when the whole thing spills, you aren’t as devastated.
"I have a bed roll under my desk…" Liam pressed a hand to his forehead, this whole thing was exhausting and not that the adrenaline was wearing off he needed sleep. Why the man’s concern was touching there was a bitter side of him that had an issue with the Followers. They were good people but recently they seemed to be attacking everything he stood for.
He was a better man than that but at this moment where everything hurt and every bitter and mean thought was pushed to the front of his mind.
"I’m sorry again, I should have remembered…"
There was something distinctive wrong. Arcade might not necessarily be the poster child for tact, especially when he mouth got running, but he knew enough to note the subtle signs that he needed to look out for. He’d survived this long after all - but that said he didn’t yet feel like he was going to find himself under sudden needless assault.
"Here." With a smile he offered back the blanket he’d been so hastily given just moments before. "You’re tired. You take your bed - it seems like you need it more than I do." A pause. "Just point me in the direction of the bedroll."
Canon roleplay blog for Fallout’s Manny Vargas.
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"Oh really? I do hope that you’re not another who is merely all talk and cannot keep up such bold promises."
Whether it was intentional or not- that sounded like a challenge, which made the Frumentarii all the more intrigued. “Arcade,” He repeated, pressing another kiss on the top of his hand. “It’s a lovely name. Very fitting for a gentleman such as yourself.”
Adra always chose the Atomic Wrangler for his rendezvous point simply because it was neutral territory- not bogged down by security from the strip, but still close enough that he could duck back in for a drink after work and not have a far trek from the main gate. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy the ‘seedy’ pleasures the Strip had to offer- quite the opposite. However, he could gather from observation that this man wasn’t gambling-and-hookers kind of guy.
“Craving a bit of class, hm?” He said playfully, finally loosening his grip on the other’s hand in favor of pulling a cigarette out of his own pocket. He slid it in the corner of his lip, but didn’t light it. “I don’t blame you. Might be nice to switch it up from this drab corner of Freeside every once in a while.”
The only place that came to mind was the Ultra Luxe. He had been there a few times, but the Casino’s stern policy on handing over all weapons never went over easy with the spy. He bit his bottom lip, pausing for a second to calculate whether getting laid in exchange for abandoning his guns with a bunch of masked creeps would be worth the trouble.
The answer was yes, obviously.
“How about the Ultra Luxe? If you’re looking for somewhere ‘less seedy’, then that would be it.” He spoke with a smile, tilting his head in the direction of the exit. “Shall we?”
Perhaps, in its own offhanded way, it was that challenge. Sure, simple flings could have their own amusements as well in their own particular dalliances but there was particular pleasure in there being another to challenge him in various aspects. Who knew. Maybe this Adra fellow would prove to surprise him. Arcade just wasn’t exactly stupid enough to get any form of hope up towards that.
"It’s a functional name." That odd dismissal again, his remote defenses towards anyone finding him too interesting already kicking in. "Perhaps you should share with me whether or not you are a gentleman… or something else entirely, mm?” It was still that playful suggestive flirting, utterly nothing more. The blond knew nothing, suspected nothing… and how could he? He was no mind-reader.
It wasn’t as if the Wrangler was a bad place, necessarily. Arcade had gone there before every once in a blue moon for a drink, but he preferred some form of civility when he could get it over the whores and trashy acts that could be generally located within the seedy little establishment.
"Maybe." Offering the other blond a half-smile as he dug around in one of his pockets, pulling out a lighter before thumbing the small flame in existence to offer it over. Smoking wasn’t something he often went out of his ways to do… but one needn’t know all of his far lesser stress reliefs, did they? "Unless I’m dragged out of her for one reason or another I don’t get out of her often. Freeside either, for that matter." The Follower was wise - he knew better than to openly say his connection to the courier who’d been causing so many problems - or solving them, depending on how one looked at it - to just anyone. Not that it wasn’t exactly commonplace knowledge anyway by this point..
"Hmmm…" A pause, his head canted slightly to the right in mock consideration. "As long as we avoid the menu I’m not against this idea." A mere joke, working with the rumors that still circulated so heavily about the place. "Let’s go." Offering Adra a mock-bow he then moved in the direction of the old gate, curious to see how this night decided to pan out to be.
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"The ANIMUS is a projector which renders genetic memories in three dimensions," the male android answered plainly as the full explanation would have made the person impatient, if he were like the others.
"…" Okay either he was losing it - which Arcade didn’t think as entirely possible, he did feel relatively sound of mind still - or this man was. Still, he figured he could play along for a moment - shooing Lanu gently away as he gave the newcomer a level look. "So is it Brotherhood technology?" Better to ask that one first, before he asked a question he sincerely didn’t want to ask.
If this final breath could somehow save this world
I’d breathe my last sigh
and close my tired eyes…
"Oh no, that’s…" Liam paused, maybe this was all a mistake and… No. He wanted this to happen and he could handle this but it was this whole lack of intimacy. They weren’t going to do this again most likely but a name, a gentle kiss… Something.
"I’m nervous… because I don’t even know your name. I might have seen it on a form but I don’t tend to remember… I’m Liam." He kept his voice down, decidedly meek. He was so nervous and maybe this request would be enough to put an end to this.
"And I think you should take the lead, I can handle it." And then he noticed the hand on his face, the warmth of the palm. His cheeks flushed.
Oh. Ooooh. That was something easier to quell, at least, and Arcade had to thank some sort of lucky stars it wasn’t something by far more complex than it needed to be - that tended to be his luck, or rather luck there of it.
"It’s Arcade." A pause, before he offered the younger man a somewhat lopsided smile. "Arcade Gannon. I apologize - I assumed you knew it; Dalton had put it down with everyone’s when we arrived earlier." A name was something so small to give in the long run, and he wasn’t so easily pushed away over something quite that small.
"Well.." He started, brushing a thumb lightly across Liam’s lower lip. "But my words still stand. If you feel you cannot at any point all you do need to do is tell me, alright?" There’d linger another of those smiles before the blond Follower leaned in, moving his hand just enough to try to lift the officer’s chin slightly as he eased his lips over his in a soft kiss.