throwing himself at @youryesman.bsky.social at top speeds — even he is shocked at how fast he is throwing himself.

popping his nose back into place, wincing at the crunch.

sometimes i am scared i will cause an explosion

looks at you like this

what is the least gay way to say i missed someone i am self conscious

it’s morning if you think about it

good morning :)

[ this might be the hardest he’s tried in a fight in his life, not because of a challenge, but for butch’s entertainment. still, he’s performing wonderfully as usual. ]

“oh, man, slow for once. i’ve just been focusing on training a little bit less, ‘cause my doctor told me not to train so hard. i’ve been ( relaxing. * ) what about you, though, man? you bein’ kept busy?” misha sits next to him. “i hope you’re more occupied than i am.”

meowmeowmeowmeow

“good man.“ misha laughs. “i’ll take care of you next time, but uh, you don’t gotta tell me twice.”

well, it’s more ‘cause i don’t know fuck all about crafts, if that makes it less weird. [ light chuckle. ] thank you! don’t worry too much about it. beauty in flaws, or whatever.

i like smiling and having fun

shit, yeah. i wouldn’t lie. hm. okay. that’s most of the issue solved, i think.

thank god i’ve got you, then. . . . uh, i could probably rip up a rug or something. might work.

“you payin’?” misha jokes. “‘course i would. would be real nice.”

“yessir. everything alright?”

i’d like that. never really been the crafty type, y’know? so, uh, when you say soft, can it be like . . . fur?

still, more effort than i wanna put you through. might be fun to do it together.

you don’t have to make me one! that’s probably a lot of work, and i’d hate to make you deal with that. i could try to get materials for you, y’know?

[ ever so gently petting the worm. surprisingly, he’s painfully careful with it, as to not damage the worm. ] do you think we could find me one?

that’s so cool . . . can i touch the worm?

wh — holy shit. where’d you get that thing?

maybe i am. [ eyes remain squeezed shut — he offers a faint chuckle. ] of course. i feel like you meet people who are similar, but there’s always ( something * ) that keeps them from seeming the same as the last guy. i’m not too fond of it, really, ‘cause they’re still all kinda like that.

i can’t put down the cup (gas station rhino pills)

we’ll be unstoppable, i think. i can always help you out a bit. up to you, of course. don’t apologize. i like it. it’s nice to be around someone who isn’t that silent stoic type. also helps that you’ve got a nice voice. [ he tilts his head back, shifting slightly. ]

oh! that makes sense. that sounds like it wouldn’t be too bad, would be nice to see some ( good * ) around here. i could get behind it.

i’ve heard. that’s why i’ve never tried — i don’t wanna, to be clear. don’t think anything else would look too good. yeah. i’m glad i was spared from that. what’s a tunnel snake? regardless, i’m glad i’d be a good one.

nah, it’s even. you don’t gotta think of a thing. i get to have fun. i’ve heard of some that are like that. i can’t imagine being trapped in one of those. you’re fast with it. color me impressed. [ crooked grin. ]

i’ve got a whole lotta time these days. wouldn’t be a problem for me. ‘sides, we can call it even. nah, my grandfather was, though. didn’t talk of it very fondly. i’m glad i wasn’t from one.

you might! i can make sure you do, if you want. i could show you. fighting, anyway. the waste’s real different than the vaults, huh? it’s fuckin’ horrible out here. pretty cool that you were the toughest in the vault, i think.

yeah, if you want. i can pull strings and get ya up close. [ thank god — he tries his best. he’s never been great at sitting still. ] shit, that still counts for something, i think. better than a lotta people i know.

oh, baby, you oughta see me in the ring. i’ve killed enclave soldier guys in their power armor with my hands. it sure as hell doesn’t. it’s real nice. glad i’m alive now. [ sitting as still as he can. ]

which part? it’s uh, pretty well regulated where i’m from, if that’s what it is. i can say it was a less soul crushing of career paths for me.

boxing. cage fighting isn’t really as organized, and i could do it, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be fair to whoever goes against me.

right. uh, well, one of my coworkers had to stop working ‘cause one of our bosses knocked her up. lots of stuff in my line of work. that, and one of the guys i was gonna fight got disqualified for doing copious amounts of psycho before fights.

frank horrigan……..

glad you think so. i certainly won’t be doing that. it’ll be nice for the back to look good. yessir, though. [ he takes his seat, offering a small smile. ]

yeah, but i don’t usually have someone else doin’ it. you can probably tell. a wash might be nice. bet you’d do better than i would.

oh, hell yeah. i’ve got all sorts of gossip and my allowance came in, so uh, i can give you a good bit of that.

yeah. that works. uh, thank you. what am i gonna owe ya?

. . . you think we could just go a little shorter? save the buzzcut for another time? think i gotta keep it longer so it can be like . . . i dunno how to put it.

hm. what do you think? maybe i oughta keep it long enough to still put my hands in . . .

it’s too late

reddit assemble

oh. fuck yeah. okay.

GOOD MORNING.

every day i wake up

what d’you mean?

a rare cigarette. yawn.