Mojave Express

“Well I ain’t exactly a strong man, but I sure as hell ain’t too weak to lug shit about.”  Gio was just about to work his way up, but was he soon found his lap preoccupied, he tried to give an exasperated sign, as thi was the second time this day his lap was wrestled from him. But anybody with keen perception could  hear that it wasn’t nearly as caustic as he normally is.

Cinda was a ball of nerves until she felt the fingers in her hair. Then she gave him a small smile and curled up, cuddling into him. She almost couldn’t believe she used to think Gio was so scary. She let out a comfortable little sigh and closed her eyes, gripping his shirt lightly.

Oi. Gio frowned, he wasn’t quite sure how things had come to this. He had just came to give her a hard time and maybe cheer her up through his scrubbery. Yet here he was with her all curled up in his lap and content.

Gio stares down at her and give a small grumble, bah affection! But of course, being the softy he is he didn’t argue against it, instead reaching down and playing with her hair and stroking her cheek.

  “I guess…” She mumbled weakly, her cheeks heating up more as he touched her. She fidgeted a little before dropping the piece of scrap she was holding and sitting up. “I– I could use help m-moving everything…” 

“Well I ain’t exactly a strong man, but I sure as hell ain’t too weak to lug shit about.”  Gio was just about to work his way up, but was he soon found his lap preoccupied, he tried to give an exasperated sign, as thi was the second time this day his lap was wrestled from him. But anybody with keen perception could  hear that it wasn’t nearly as caustic as he normally is.

There was so much work to do, and she knew she didn’t have everything she needed to finish any of them. It was a bit overwhelming. She gave another little shrug and slowly scooted closer so she could rest her head on his knee.

Gio stares down at her and give a small grumble, bah affection! But of course, being the softy he is he didn’t argue against it, instead reaching down and playing with her hair and stroking her cheek.

“You too! See? Making friends is nice!” Wow he had pretty hair, she’d have to ask to braid it later.

He could see that there was no getting through to this girl, whoever she was she fit in here well, even if her stubbornness was innocuous. 

She stares back up at him in silence for a while before giving him an awkward shrug and turning onto her side. She curled up and fiddled with the nearest piece of scrap. Her cheeks heated up slightly but she wasn’t ready to quit her pouting.

Odd. He seemed to be struggling with words for some reason. Maybe he was shy, making new friends was pretty hard. At least she was here to help.

“I’ve been told a lot that I’m more trouble than I’m worth, I don’t mean to not carry expensive things but I keep forgetting and I don’t have much money anyway.” She remains staring up at him, perfectly content with where she is.

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