"... Can you teach me how to speak 'Deathclaw'?"
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.

















