ARLO ANDAZONA. ──────────────────────────────────────── 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?

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???

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.

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

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

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

I JUST WANTED TO HAVE A CIGARETTE, WHAT THE FUCK

i think i’ve had enough of answering these stupid questions, actually.

took you that long, huh?

oh, mr. fancy pants, huh? didn’t know i was talking to rich mcgee over here.

why.

FOR FREE?

what are you, my therapist? jesus.

at this point, i really don’t care how i go out.

boy, i sure hope so.

helmet off. lighting a cigarette.

well, color me unimpressed.

nevermind, i’ll just be going now. . .

tell me something i don’t know, lady

no thanks i think once was enough

oh sure because the cap thirsty cowboy offering to put a bullet in my head would “treat me right”

i’ve already experienced persistent shame, so the feeling isn’t exactly new to me

you sure are a persistent one, aren’t you?

[ KICKING ROCKS ]

no, no, it’s fine i’ll just do it myself

why don’t you come find out

you could loot my dead body

i hate this fucking place

oh, thank GOD

cigarettes aren’t enough, i need someone to shoot me in the head

he’s finally up. yawning.

gimme one good reason i should say yes.