#michael; asks

So no doorstep really. Just poor motel owner. Of course Michael leaves to never return.

The hatred and disgust Michael had for people was near palpable. It was like static in the air. Until he learned to suppress it and hide it. He went about life as he usually did. Doing what he knew; helping people, fixing their wounds, for caps and their lives. Each time he cleaned and dressed their wounds he knew he should be doing it for his sweet brother who was now long gone. Not this stranger. Not this dirty wastelander. Who wasn’t of the same blood. Who didn’t share his heart and soul. So each time he ended up cleaning or injecting them with Stimpaks filled with venom.

Uriel, particularly since Andy is interacting with him in an AU where he isn’t a Courier gets to meet a much more cold and guarded moron. He sees Andy as more a way to waste time, though learning more about him he’s starting to wonder if he has any use in any plans he might hatch to get back at the various groups he doesn’t particularly care for. Since he has nothing better to do with his time other than kill. 

I had a dream that this weird smooth skin, humanish gecko(?) climbed into bed with me. I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean? It made me uncomfortable. I still feel uncomfortable. It kind of felt real, but that’s impossible. I think it might have just been the dog jumping in bed while I dreamed about me sleeping? Why couldn’t it have been a hot girl or something?

Michael’s hand jutted out to try and push - what he thought was his dog - away. Only ending up feeling smooth skin, which made his eyes pop open and look at what was getting into bed with him. It looked vaguely familiar, specifically from a holotape he might have watched ages ago not that he could remember right now. Thankfully it didn’t seem like it was going to kill him… So he rolled over and turned his back to whatever it was. Maybe it would go away if he pretended it wasn’t there.

Michael had a glare that rivaled the ferocity of a deathclaw. “Nobody.” He hissed. “But if you’re talking about who’s been a pain in my ass, that’d be Sasho, my younger sister. Technically cousin. Though she’s the eldest of the girls.” He couldn’t help the scowl on his face. “She’s always butted into my business and tried telling me how to handle everything. She’s also the one that told me I should leave to join the Followers in the first place. I’ve never regretted helping people so much in my life before. I didn’t think it’d end up making brother hate me either, but at least now I’ll be able to fix up the fucking idiot whenever he gets hurt. Which is a lot… If he even lets me.” 

They were all born in the sweet post-apcolyptic wasteland US of and A.

Though if I had to pick other animals, I can see Uriel as a golden retriever. Gene a scorpion. Michael a hyena. Idris a German Shepard or Doberman. Sasho a lion.