Ultra-LAME

Connor in 15 and tasia in 4 B')

Sweet pre-beard man. Always nice to meet another facial hair fan 8)

"Oh yeah, bet they’d love to get their hands on something like that." 

The man laughs as well, a playful bark, and he rubs at his goatee while grinning at Peter. "Ehh, I'm not too worried about it. Long as I keep my focus and find these last few parts, I could be up and runnin' in a month's time."

Connor barks out a laugh, eyeing Bui and slicking his hair back from his forehead with a palm. “Yeah, s’pose I could’a. But where’s the fun in that?”

Nah, man, I totally get ya. [He say, nodding. He remains sitting on on ground, putting a hand in his pocket.] I ain’t not saint myself. I’ve robbed a person here and there when I need to and all that.

Connor shrugs and backs of a bit more, preparing to leave the scene of the crime promptly. But he feels he owes Bui at least a small chat before rushing off. "Ya never know what sort of great stashes shabby-lookin' folks might got hidden away." Is he calling Bui shabby? Yes. He is. But it's a cute sort of shabby, no homo.

"Oh, no, I’m quite fine with it, actually," Connor murmurs. His grin is wide and shameless as that arm settles fully against her waist. God, she’s so small next to him. “Unless you have some dastardly plans for me, that is. And even then…”

Nico smiles herself, if more sly in comparison to Connor’s rascally grin. Her eyes squint devilishly when he gets closer, and she leans herself comfortably against that arm of his. Mmmm.

Connor does his bark of a laugh and rolls his shoulders, certainly sounding like quite the rascal as his eyes follow her. Then, she steps past, and he turns to follow her inside so she can close the doors if she wants. He looks around again, strolling around and smiling.

Nico could get used to that laugh, she decides. She closes the metal doors to her shop and locks them securely. Perhaps too securely, what with a lock, a metal bar, and a padlock on the metal bar. Regardless of being sure nobody would risk breaking into a gun and robot shop, she didn’t get where she was by leaving security up to chance. Especially not when she’s gonna be rather… occupied.

"Oh, no, I'm quite fine with it, actually," Connor murmurs. His grin is wide and shameless as that arm settles fully against her waist. God, she's so small next to him. "Unless you have some dastardly plans for me, that is. And even then..."

"Uhhh," Connor hums, and then makes an obviously exaggerated sneeze, fanning at his face. "Sorry, luv, alleric to dust, I’m afraid. Carry on. I can wait."

She snorts. Yea she thought as much, huh. “Allergic to dust? What are you doing in the Mojave, then?” she asks, continuing her sweeping. She eyes him right back as she goes, glancing down to the ground to check her work, and then back at Connor. A bit of a rascal and she’s not quite sure he won’t try any funny business, but despite his goatee his looks aren’t bad at all.

Connor does his bark of a laugh and rolls his shoulders, certainly sounding like quite the rascal as his eyes follow her. Then, she steps past, and he turns to follow her inside so she can close the doors if she wants. He looks around again, strolling around and smiling.

"Oh, wherever you’d like me to, babe." Connor stands just inside the shop, hands in his pockets and head cocked to the side as he glances about. The place is stocked well, plenty of scrap metal and specialized items and all sorts of junk he couldn’t even begin to place. He’s impressed. He had heard Nico was good, but this? This was great.

"Uhhh," Connor hums, and then makes an obviously exaggerated sneeze, fanning at his face. "Sorry, luv, alleric to dust, I'm afraid. Carry on. I can wait."