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“Hey, don’t I know you?” he teased, the familiarity of the man’s features slowly washing over him. He knew this man. He couldn’t entirely remember everything they’d done together but his memories were still fond.

He smirked a little and folded his arms over his chest. He wondered if the blonde would recognize him at this point. It had been so long since he’d seen him. It took him a few moments to remember the man’s name.

of all the people that dr. jekyll had expected --- or hoped --- to see walking into the institute, pendleton smith was not high on the list. in hindsight, he supposed, he SHOULD have expected it, given the man’s history with vault 111 and the fact that the institute’s research tied so heavily in cryogenics, but for some reason, unfortunately, he’d never fully made the connection. 

“Cryo-chamber, right...”

             ❝ Listen grandpa, I don’t need your charity.❞

everyone is small next to the being

🎀- Do you like cute things at all? What is the cutest thing you have or have met?

“I’m… uh… I’m not averse to them. I just prefer cuteness in smaller doses. Like the occasional kitten photo, or... something along those lines.”

“The cutest would probably be Margot. She was... um... m-my... my wife back before the bombs.”

🛁- What do you do to treat yourself?

“Get a drink, usually.”

🍱- Are you hungry right now? Are you craving anything to eat?

    How long had it been since Curie had been released from Vault 81? And how long had it been since she’d last gone back?

It felt like it had been forever for both. Ever since she’d parted ways with Pendleton, the days had been a blur - life in the wasteland was so exciting, especially compared to her previous life, so she’d barely had time to focus on the time, or date. That, and… her internal clock had stopped functioning about twenty years ago.

Her return to Vault 81 had been halted very suddenly however, but the appearance of a Deathclaw, not 20 feet from the entrance. She’d…really wanted to examine it up close, but apparently the things attacked anything that moved, because she’d taken a nasty swipe to the side before deciding to leave as fast as possible.

So, a floating, metal orb, flying at high speeds, all three eyes facing behind her to make sure the beast isn’t following her, so it can’t add to the three wide gashes in her chassis. What could go wrong?