“You’re not gonna make wearing that a habit, right?”    

        His cherubic little features twisted into a horrible grimace, cruel and hateful.

Connie shrugged. “I’d still be alive even if you chose not to say goodbye.” She later tilts her head. “You really think this place is interesting?”

"The company of gun-toting, jet addicted raiders minus me and and my twin brother. We have guns but not on jet."

As usual, when everyone else was too stoned or drunk or injured to work the bar, the responsibility feel to RJ. He was leaning back, barely paying attention as he played with his dog behind it. The pup would try to catch a laser pointer, and they both seemed to find that endlessly amusing.

Ah, yes. Nuka World. It was every bit as impressive as Gage had insisted... and for the first time, RJ was pretty glad he listened to him. He'd moved himself, and his son, into an unused corner of Gage's beloved Fizztop Grille, to both be close to his father and be in the strategically most convenient position in the park.

After a week or so of getting adjusted to their new surroundings- and figuring out the way things worked- he found himself skulking around outside the Market while Duncan drew pictures in chalk on the ground. But, of course, this wasn't the most entertaining thing to be doing... He was nearly asleep when his son let out a dismayed yelp.