highwaystrays

[highwaystrays]

Visual representation of how it feels when I throw Santiago at someone for interaction.

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Is there anyone you know that you want to have sex with?

“Can’t say that’s something I think too much about, if I’m being honest with you, but I guess I wouldn’t say no to a few people, depending on the worth of the effort.”

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"Well well, a new face in town. What brings you to humble little Goodneighbor, Stranger?" [flickeringxembers]

What an imposing looking woman. Was she here to sniff him out, perhaps, see if he was any trouble? She could simply be curious, but he had a small, nagging doubt that was the case here. Her emotions were too quiet, barricaded by a stone wall of composure; something he’d have to inspect further to understand its foundation.

“Caps, of course,” he admitted with a quick grin, eyes set carefully on her face while his tone remained cheerful. “I heard this was a good place to go, so-” gloved hands flourished into open palms in front of his body, as if to present himself to her, “-here I am. Are you part of the welcoming comity?” 

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“Watch where you’re going.”

Normally, he was pretty aware of his surroundings, but sometimes you manage to miss people who are a entire foot shorter than you. Especially when everyone’s feelings in one room all seemed to be rubbing up against you, cluttering your thoughts. The Med-X was starting to wear off.  

Blinking with some confusion, pulled out of his dazed thinking for the moment, the outlaw dropped his gaze, looking down at whoever had collided into him. He was almost thankful for the distraction, but he couldn’t resist a sardonic chuckle once he got a handle back on his own mind. 

“Sorry, didn’t see you down there.”

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“Oops, did I do that?.. Oh well.”

This wouldn’t be the first time someone spilled a drink on him for whatever reason. Spite, perhaps? With a relaxed smile, he simply peeled off his jacket, and proceeded to give it a firm shake to clear it of some of the liquid. He didn’t bother to direct this attempt away from Rori, in fact, he casually flung some of the drink right back at her.“No harm, no foul.” He rasped with a wiry grin, tugging his coat back on.

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This is Pareja (’couple, pair’), a once-wild 'radmule/molly' with some chimeric effects to their genetic make-up, ranging from their appearance to their sex. One head seems distinctly jack-esque, while the other is molly-esque. Both of the right sides of their heads has all but come off in concerns to their skin, while the other side seems to be in-tact, though there are still many areas of necrosis, leaving the flesh leathery and hairless in spots.

Santiago obtained them in Clovis, where a variety of mutated-to-mostly-clean mounts were being captured, broken in, and bartered off, at least in the case of the infertile creatures, unsuitable for breeding, which Pareja was.

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I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed There ain’t nothing in this world for free

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What color are you?

You are Khaki #F0E68C

Your dominant hues are red and green, so you're definitely not afraid to get in and stir things up. You have no time for most people's concerns, you'd rather analyze with your head than be held back by some random "gut feeling."

Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but you schedule time as you see fit and the important things all happen in the end, even if not everyone sees your grand master plan.

Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

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“Get lost, would ya?”

His eyebrows bounce up a fraction, feigning surprise. “Hey now, I’m only just sitting here.” So much for trying to see if she wanted work or need work done; she was already kicking him to the curb before he had a chance to say anything. 

Then again... He smiles slowly, leaning back into his seat. Content with remaining where he was, dark eyes watching her with steady curiosity now.“Is that such a crime?”

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Accidentally typing ‘aromatic’ instead of ‘aromantic.’

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“If you give me any lip I’ll throw you in a car crusher.”

“Me? Give you lip?” A hand rests on his chest, feigning offense. “I’d never do something like that.”

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“That’s nearly three times as many.”

“We can improvise... Maybe you can show them a little skin and distract them, so I can go around?” Although he was joking, his expression looked too pensive to likely be considered as such. Fortunately, Boyd wouldn’t have to think about the suggestion for long as the thief dug into his coat pockets, finding a solution to their problem.“On second thought, I have a smoke bomb.” He claimed quietly, holding up a small, round object. “You’ll just have to dazzle the targets another time.”

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“If you don’t buy it, you’ll die.”

“I’m going to guess someone is watching us nearby. Okay, well, we should act very natural, like we’re not going to take–” 

He pauses mid-sentence as the shopkeeper reappears in the room. Smiling pleasantly now, Santiago places the jewelry onto the counter top, instead of into his pockets where he was hoping to put it. For good measure, though perhaps at the risk of his physical well-being later, he throws an arm around Holly, hugging her into his side. 

“–advantage of this fantastic sale. I love my wife.”

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“Simple, ey?”

“It’s not that complicated sounding, is it? I mean, it’s not easy to predict how to get around an entire compound of Super Mutants, so… I have to get a little creative sometimes, that’s all. With a few eyebots full of explosives, yes, but I’ve done this before. Trust me.”