ARLO ANDAZONA.

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wandering cowboy, damn good tracker. rides a stolen synth horse. survivor of the rattletail massacre, biding his time to return for revenge.

#falloutrp. mdni. mature themes.

[ frost’s jaw clenches at that. he’s been trying so hard not to think about 𝘸𝘩𝘺 the day’s so hard that when she acknowledges it, it hits him over the head like a brick. not that he says as much to her. he simply shrugs in response. ]

eh, i’ve had worse days. i’ll live.

[ a few moments later & he’s sliding her a vodka cran, with a glass of rum for himself. he really shouldn’t be drinking either, but it’s only 𝘰𝘯𝘦. ]

𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘀. to a crappy valentine’s day.

got a preferred poison, or should i surprise you?

. . .that sounded kind of wrong. i mean in a friendly way.

yeah, well, anything an old ranger could do to make it up for you? buy you a drink maybe?

i get that. buncha drunk idiots on the strips thinking they own the place, right? i bet it’s harder, being a friday & all. i can’t imagine being in your shoes right now.

not feelin’ the love today, i’m guessing?

what the FUCK is going ON

good point. it’s so quiet here, it almost makes me miss vegas.

. . .this again?

sometimes. sometimes, not.

good ‘ol wasteland. never changes.

well now you’re just being mean

nvm the author hates my pussy

wait lemme try that again HE’S [redacted]

oh are we spoiling our plotlines now??? WELL MY HUSBAND [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]

i miss my husband :(

is that all you say, dude???

frost takes a long drag of his own, blowing the smoke through his nostrils. he’s quiet for a beat as his hearing aids take a second to catch up.

〝makes sense. . .〞

another pause as he breathes in more smoke.

〝what brings you to this settlement, anyways? you don’t look like a local to me.〞

fuck, this was a bad time to quit drinking.

he woke up real pissed off today. taking it out on a nearby tree with some throwing knives.

// other muses:
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ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇɴᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋs. ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴇᴇʟ sᴛᴀʏs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sʜᴀʀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ sᴛᴇᴇʟ ғᴇᴇʟs ɴᴏ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ɴᴏ ᴘɪᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʟʟ, ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴏʀsᴇ

〝y’know, i noticed. . . this place has been awfully quiet, lately. i’m guessing the legionaries have got everyone running scared?〞

〝wasn’t counting on it, but now that you mention it, i oughta tell everyone about this masked cowboy offering free cigarettes.〞

the faintest ghost of a smile crosses his face as he holds out the zippo; lighting the end of faulkner’s cigarette.

++

// whatever wolf saw in him will remain a mystery

miles.// frost try not to be an asshole challenge [FAILED] [IMPOSSIBLE]

〝. . .thanks.〞

frost quietly takes one & lights it up with an old zippo.

no, but i do need another cigarette. that was my last one.