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     he can’t help but gape at her, knowing full well that fawn definitely couldn’t have the ability to ‘’ speak ‘’ deathclaw. it was just a bunch of growling, snarling, and other strange noises.     truthfully, he winged it often and learned from trial and error over the years.    ❝ you wanna learn it ???    lemme tell ya, fawnsy, i ain’t thinkin’ you’ll like it all that much. it’ll probably hurt yer throat. ❞    as if to prove his point, the mutant before her inhales some before proceeding to make a disgusting sort of noise, one that sounds like a stomach gurgling– only it was in his throat instead.   

Charon touched the contract that sat snugly in his dying employer’s breast pocket. The Ghoul smirked. Nothing felt better than revenge. The bastard tried to hold onto the ancient piece of paper. It was clearly written there, Charon had seen it plenty of times. “Physical violence invalidates this contract.” It was one of the only phrases that was still legible, and if it wasn’t Charon could remember every word from 200 years ago. Sometimes employers were just too hot-headed to last. The man’s blood oozed onto the pavement as he lost grip on the contract and Charon slipped it into his own breast pocket. All of the anger and resentment he had toward an employer was washed away when he was able to claim his revenge. Charon couldn’t even be mad that the man had led him so far from his home base, not that there was anything left for him. The Ghoul walked off into the Mojave, not knowing where it would take him or who would be next to hold the contract. Part of him hoped it was the end to the thing, but he knew he’d need orders soon, or else he’d start to feel his mind deteriorate. 

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jeez you really forget how low your self image is up until someone you admire compliments you unprompted and you spontaneously combust from flattery. thank you <3

❝How am I the more faithful wife? I didn’t even choose mine.❞

Almost no one knows who Hatty Hattington is but despite not being my primary muse he is probably my favorite muse in that he brings me the most joy and comfort of any character I’ve ever written. He’s kind of a weird choice for a comfort character, being from a lesser-known indie platformer that’s rather outdated now, but trust me, he’d have my back if he could.

Proceeds to return said raspberry with one of his own, but louder in volume.

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