#Cary is mildly suspicious as always but AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

[catmanradio]

On Cary's doorstep is a bouquet of dried flowers, a pink heart-shaped card, and what looks like an old record-- an orchestral rendition of Peter and the Wolf. "One of my favorites. Maybe we can listen together. Music sounds better with you. -Nicky" (@o-rusted-heart)

“Nicky?” Cary called out, glancing at the card, being a fast reader before looking out towards the yard. He stepped a few feet out, over the items he had yet to inspect, hoping to see the synth somewhere. And not dead on the ground riddled with turret bullets or pieces of plate and rebarb from his junk launcher. Nick Valentine would find a way around... Cary went back to the door step, picking up the record with the flowers. He read the card again, shaking his head. He tried not to think too much about it. Just... Just Nick Valentine being a friend and celebrating the day his name hailed from...

He’d send him something back, the next time he ventured closer to a town or someone with a trustworthy face and needing a few caps.