GIVING UP AIN'T AN OPTION

no one at all:

my muse:

“Oh my god were you really gonna have a feeling? You’re gettin’ all rambly like you were about to say somethin’ really cheesy. Now I gotta know.”

“Now I know you’re fuckin’ with me. Spit it out.”

His stomach rolled with the thought of letting the guy in - his story could still be bull hockey - but he had to start somewhere. They weren’t called “Sanctuary” because they turned everyone away. “… awright.” He lowered his gun and stepped away from the entrance, allowing the kid access. “Some apartments near Moxxi’s she can probly rent to you, if you do some work for her. Can’t miss her.” He was tempted to gesture with his hands as to the size of her chest, but didn’t feel it necessary. “’less you want help finding it.”

Elijah breathed a sigh of relief when Mordecai stepped out of the way, letting him enter. He didn’t make any sudden movements, though, keeping enough of a safe distance between the two as he passed through the gate.

“Wait. Did you say Moxxi?” Elijah asked, surprised. “I remember her. She had a bar up in Concordia.”

He’d heard she’d left Elpis after the mess with Handsome Jack, but he hadn’t been aware she’d come to Sanctuary. Didn’t seem too much of a stretch, though; she was pretty openly affiliated with the Crimson Raiders.

He hesitated, casting a glance around the city. It was pretty large, and he could see plenty of people milling about closer to the main square. He suddenly felt a little apprehensive at the idea of walking out in the open, where people could stare at him. This was why he hated civilization so much.