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It was quiet.

Arcade wasn’t wholly certain as to where everyone had gotten themselves off to, but it was quiet around the Lucky 38 – enough so that it caused him to waver, a pause in previously purposeful steps, as he weighed options. Usually this would have been of no issue… it wasn’t as if the Old Mormon Fort was exceptionally far from here, and he could always return here later.

“You know when you say stuff like that out of context, you better be thankful you’re talking to me. People might start to think you’re crazy or something.” Dalton laughed to her brother. “Have you thought of how you’re going to propose yet?”

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The automated turret tutted in warning to the vast, empty desert. With metal sheets protecting its power cable that led down into and through the earth before circling past a garage bay door to a generator and control computer.

The storage unit complex was set behind the ruins of what was once a promising suburban town of Corn Creek Dunes. The once sweet strings of houses had long past broken down into forgotten rubble and dust, but the storage units had survived nearly untouched.

Whoever the hell had built the small complex had built it for the long-term. The wire fence was reinforced by unclimbable metal sheet walls and topped with barbed wire. (The wall had been painted a pleasant color once, but that had long faded, one of the few compromises the site made to time.) There had been three turrets but two had been recently shot out by the site’s newest occupant and its third now served her.

The ‘complex’ was really four single story buildings, each holding twenty units ranging from the size of small bathrooms to small homes, all with green tinted roll-up doors. Several doors had been opened with its contents being aired out and cataloged if not already sold off.

The gate, the only part of the fencing not walled, was protected by the last turret standing vigil inside. A sign hung off the gate reading:

DO NOT OPEN GATE: RING BELL AND I’LL COME TO DOOR. PRIVATE PROPERTY. DON’T FUCK WITH AUTOTURRET

On the ground was a large hand bell with handle, and another sign showing a similar message in stick figures for any illiterate passersby.

It was cold.

That was the very first thing that the former Legionary was aware enough of. It was a cold that seeped into the old house that he and Ritz had claimed for the night as shelter during this little misadventure within the Commonwealth, the cracks and crevices permitting winter’s touch to be merciless. He’d been cold before in his life - a desert’s night could be frigid after all - but there was something particularly gripping about this one.

If anything Aiden wriggled a bit under the tattered blanket that the older man had managed to dig up from somewhere or other, seeking to roll over away from him and steal it all for himself. When that didn’t worth, his companion seemingly having some sort of death grip on the wretched thing, he turned his attention towards rolling towards him... all but half-burying his face into his side with a grating and altogether tiredly displeased sound.

He was cold!

At the very least Ritz worked as a living portable heater and despite initial misgivings it was enough for the younger redhead to aim to use him as both that and a pillow in one, squirming a bit until his head popped out from beneath the blanket. There was a yawn, languid and slow, but it was even chillier now than it had been before.

Christmas gift for my wonderful Mothybean. I love you so very very much and I’m so happy you’re my best friend. I hope today is absolutely wonderful for you!

@deathclawbowling and @emitterwrench / @umbraemortis

I wasn’t going to post these, but Moth suggested it. This you guys’ Xmas present, you know that right? 

Last part of Moffy’s birthday bash! At least until next year muahaa. Christmas is on the way too!

Bloody battlefield kisses are always the best kisses.

Mothy we’ve been friends for over three years now and I just don’t know what I’d ever do without you. You mean so damn much to me and I love you so much and I dearly dearly hope that today has been, and is, wonderful for you!

Happy birthday you wonderful amazing person!

Part three of Moffy’s birthday bash!

Ritz and the all too adorable Fidget. Who Aerius still wants to eat. Aerius pls.