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Marec waited patiently and watched with awe. The tattoo looked amazing, and fit so well. His expression suddenly changed into one of pure surprise as she detached her arm and handed it to him.

“Stella…” He muttered, “First off this certainly changes nothing. I still love the hell out of you. And Second, who or whatever did that to you is going to die. If they already are, I will go down to hell and drag them back up so I can kill them again.” As he added that it was obvious he both meant it and didn't. Because he figured she had no doubt already done that.

Handing the prosthetic back to her and waited till she reconnected it before pulling her into a gentle embrace. “It doesn't change how I feel about you at all. Nothing will, ever.”

Stella stands outside of Marec's quarters, her palm resting on the closed door. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She'd been away on a mission for the Brotherhood for so long, she didn't even know what had happened back on the Prydwen in the meantime. Would he even still want her? Taking another deep breath, she rapped her knuckles on the heavy steel door, and waited.

“Come In.” Merek said, not fully prepared for who exactly was going to walk through that door. Truth be told he missed Stella, a lot. But he was trying his best to not let it effect him and his duties.

When the door finally opened he briefly glanced up from his terminal, but had to stop himself and stare at her with wide eyes. “S-Stella…?”

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Low risk of losing everybody OR high risk of losing only one person?

“Wow this one is the hardest so far. I mean the low risk outcome can be affected with a higher chance of everyone getting out. But Losing one person almost for sure. I should never think like this but if that one person was someone close to me. I honestly dont know...”

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Choose: power armor or stealth armor?

“Power Armor.”

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Choose between dating Piper or Sarah Lyons.

“...Sarah Lyons...”

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Would you rather have sex with Charon or Gob?

“Neither...To be honest. Nothing against non feral ghouls but yeah.”

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Make me choose between:

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Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

(anons welcome)

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Bleh, okay im heading to sleep.

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“I admit the fact you send reports to Captain Kells, is a load off my shoulders.” He smiled gently back at her. “But I appreciate the sentiment Glenn. I really do.”

"Heya, sentinel."

“Hey Glenn, how are you?”

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“Yeah, the dream.” He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Yeah im sure the scribes, Knights, and paladins are envious of the Lancers. Because they have to report on just about everything they do.”

"Heya, sentinel."

“Hey Glenn, how are you?”

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As soon as the door closed he quickly moved to kiss her with months of unleashed passion and just about every other emotion that was held back while she was gone.

“You dont exactly understand just how much I missed you and every little thing about you.”

His hands soon began wandering, re-remembering every inch of her body. Gently he began stepping back towards his bed in the corner of the quarters. “I love you...” He whispered totally content to spend his next few weeks with just her.

Stella stands outside of Marec's quarters, her palm resting on the closed door. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She'd been away on a mission for the Brotherhood for so long, she didn't even know what had happened back on the Prydwen in the meantime. Would he even still want her? Taking another deep breath, she rapped her knuckles on the heavy steel door, and waited.

“Come In.” Merek said, not fully prepared for who exactly was going to walk through that door. Truth be told he missed Stella, a lot. But he was trying his best to not let it effect him and his duties.

When the door finally opened he briefly glanced up from his terminal, but had to stop himself and stare at her with wide eyes. “S-Stella…?”

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“Im doing alright. Aside from having to find out which reports have and have not been filed. Then of course hunting down said reports.”

"Heya, sentinel."

“Hey Glenn, how are you?”

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"Heya, sentinel."

“Hey Glenn, how are you?”

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“the world is not funny.”

“I think it certainly is sometimes. All depends on the situation. Plus taking this place 100% percent serious at all times is bad for your mental health. Im not a doctor but it still seems like it could destroy someone from the inside out.”

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“Don’t just stand there.” He said quickly pushing away from his desk and rushing over to her. “Ive missed you so fucking much.” The sentinel finished as he trapped her in a large embrace “I knew you couldn't be dead, but I wasn't sure id see you again.” All he wanted was to lock the door and hold her close for the rest of the week.

Stella stands outside of Marec's quarters, her palm resting on the closed door. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She'd been away on a mission for the Brotherhood for so long, she didn't even know what had happened back on the Prydwen in the meantime. Would he even still want her? Taking another deep breath, she rapped her knuckles on the heavy steel door, and waited.

“Come In.” Merek said, not fully prepared for who exactly was going to walk through that door. Truth be told he missed Stella, a lot. But he was trying his best to not let it effect him and his duties.

When the door finally opened he briefly glanced up from his terminal, but had to stop himself and stare at her with wide eyes. “S-Stella…?”

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BO BURNHAM: MAKE HAPPY SENTENCE STARTERS.

“you should not laugh.”

“you should not forget about your problems.”

“the world is not funny.”

“i have no idea what’s going on over there.”

“what are they fighting about?”

“i can’t wrap my mind around exactly why i’m here.”

“you wanna be happy, well, get in line.”

“i love the idea of you.”

“that wasn’t clever, just mean.”

“do not give those dumb fucks any credit.”

“honesty’s for the birds, baby.”

“why is there a little boy living alone down the lane?”

“am i the only one concerned for this little boy?”

“if you’re writing honestly, that’s art.”

“that’s textbook pandering.”

“that’s a scarecrow, thought it was a human woman, sorry.”

“i hope you’re feeling me subtextually.”

“the boots i’m wearing cost three grand.”

“you don’t know what land you’re in.”

“they’re lying and manipulating you.”

“you deserve better.”

“thank you, weird man. bye.”

“culture’s over, everybody, we lost.”

“how dare they think them fucking around is worthy of your attention?”

“yeah, ‘whoo’ that sadness out.”

“if you want love, lower your expectations a lot.”

“if he’s got a thing for feet, say, fuck it, sweep me off them.”

“you might think your dick’s a gift, but i promise, it’s not.”

“but deep down we know we don’t deserve it.”

“we all deserve love, even on the days we aren’t our best.”

“original doesn’t mean good.”

“why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise?”

“touché, bitch.”

“i have to clean it up because you’ll only mess it up more if you do.”

“flaming hot cheetos are not for pussies.”

“they’re not sponsoring me, i’m just trying to get them to.”

“do not stick with me through thick.”

“if i stop entertaining you, kick me to the curb.”

“man, if only i was anybody else at all.”

“i went through a pretty rough breakup recently.”

“it’s over.”

“we shouldn’t fight to stay together just to fight again.”

“eat a dick.”

if you don’t like this dick sitch, eat a dick, bitch.”

“i try to speak to you but you don’t listen.”

“honestly, are you fucking five?”

“i’m saying how i’m feeling and you’re saying ‘eat a dick’ over and over again, does that seem mature to you?”

“i’m hurt and i’m trying to hide it.”

“i thought we had a future together.”

“i didn’t think you’d cry for me.”

“i thought you were lashing out in anger but now i see you’re scared.”

“maybe we can work this out and not break up.”

“you think three lousy tears offsets three years of shit?”

“you’re not what i need, hon; lick this clit then leave, son.”

“can i say my shit?”

“i’ve got lots of shit to say.”

“i can’t fit my hand inside a pringle can.”

“you think you can, i know you can’t.”

“irony can be so painful.”

“dude, you should’ve warned me.”

“half the shit inside my burrito spilled out.”

“i wouldn’t have got the _______ if i knew it wouldn’t fit.”

“truth is, my biggest problem’s you.”

“i wanna please you but i wanna stay true to myself.”

“a part of me loves you, a part of me hates you.”

“i don’t think that i can handle this right now.”

“if you hated it, that’s fair.”

“on a scale of one to zero, are you happy?”

“i really wanna try to get happy.”

“i wouldn’t even want it if i got it.”

“oh god, my dad was right.”

“you’re everything you hated, are you happy?”

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Stella stands outside of Marec's quarters, her palm resting on the closed door. She let out a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She'd been away on a mission for the Brotherhood for so long, she didn't even know what had happened back on the Prydwen in the meantime. Would he even still want her? Taking another deep breath, she rapped her knuckles on the heavy steel door, and waited.

“Come In.” Merek said, not fully prepared for who exactly was going to walk through that door. Truth be told he missed Stella, a lot. But he was trying his best to not let it effect him and his duties.

When the door finally opened he briefly glanced up from his terminal, but had to stop himself and stare at her with wide eyes. “S-Stella...?”