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It couldn't have been more than ten minutes later when the gifted Walk-e Talk-e was put to use. "Christopher? Edward? Can you hear me?" Came the hushed voice of Wesley Addison, slighty uneven and audibly confused. "Hello?"

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"Drink your milk up, my love." This is the first thing said to El the moment he starts showing signs of consciousness. He is tied to a chair at a dinner table with a collar around his neck that says Mister Elbows, and a set of ears glued upon his head that formerly belonged to a coyote. The man with the arguably highest headcount in Mount Massive was pouring El a bowl full of Milk of Magnesia.

El blinked, squinting at the bowl before him, still groggy from being knocked out who knows how long ago. What. The. Fuck. He blinked again, looking up at the man probably responsible for this. Fucking. Gluskin.

“...Why am I tied ta a chair?” Clearly, not amused with his situation. 

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Gluskin corners Waylon against a wall, his hand placed strategically beside the smaller man's head. "What's lookin, good cookin?" Eddie purrs. - sassiestgroom

Waylon shrinks into the bricks and after a moment, his eyes finally meet Eddie’s. His mouth gapes for a moment before he slaps at Eddie’s hand, mustering every bit of outrage he can. 

“How dare you speak to me like I’m some...some harlot on a street corner you can just solicit!” He barks out, and starts to stride away, hoping he’s shocked the killer enough to keep him at bay.

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Wesley shot the girthier of the duo a sweet, warm smile-- a smile that dropped once they looked back to the bitter vault-dweller. “Unless you have anything substantially radioactive on your person, I am not interested in any sort of... trade.” They looked Eddie up an down before they continued on. “I don’t buy personal items for myself. Every person affect I own has been a gift, or something that I have earned. Otherwise, the only things I keep on my person are relics of Him, protection, and basic essentials I need to keep myself alive.” And Chems. But that wasn’t something Wesley felt they need advertise.

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Poor Edward was all but ignored not only by his friend, but by his friend's new friend, too. "That is so nice to hear, Chris! A lot of people think I'm crazy, but all I believe in is hope." The smile dispersed while their expression grew far more somber than either of the Wastelanders had seen thus far.

"Even if I am wrong, and my beliefs are invalid, they still help me through the harsh life that is wasteland living. When I'm scared, I just remind myself that it will all be alright. Atom is watching over me, and everything is according to his plan. If I have to be the rock that has to be thrown into the pond so the right ripples can form... so be it. I may not like the fate that comes to me, but we can't always like what has to happen."

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The devout released Chris' hand, pulling themselves up onto one of the open stools at the bar with a shrug. "To each their own, but I won't touch the stuff, mostly because I am nearly positive it's human."

"Nan-ni shimasho-ka?" The former protection that manned the noodle stand chimed as always, and Wesley smiled, nodding enthusiastically. Their confirmation was promptly met with the distribution of a cup of noodles.

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Wesley held their hand out to Eddie, glancing over at the tinkering mutant in the process. "The big sweetie is welcome to come, too. And if either of you think you're paying you may as well get in a wrestling match with me now, because I refuse to back down."

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The sulky Eddie squeezed himself back into his vaultsuit. It wasn’t as easy to get on as to take off, so he left his zipper halfway open.

"Yes, yes. And I suppose the date is off then.” His cheeks were rosey. “Worth the humiliating attempt though this was.”

“Eddie. Drop of it.” Walker warned.

Wesley slowly began to pull on their robes again, frowning at the pathetic display that was a humiliated Eddie Gluskin. Oh, no. Now they felt bad for him. “..Weell, I never did specify what would happen if I won.” they began slowly, tying the cord at their waist. “No need to look so down.”

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And oh how the vault boy did fall. His skull hit the dirt. He saw stars but didn’t stay down long.

“Guh. You sneaky little …!”

He rocked his body, swang his legs and bounced right back up on his feet. He immediately aimed a slow but powerful punch at Wesley’s pretty face.

Walker, meanwhile, found this all to be a suitable occasion to eat the dried squirrel he’d been saving.

“Not sneaky; scrappy.” Wesley snickered, only narrowly avoiding the powerful punch. They could feel his knuckles graze their ear. In a heartbeat, the disciple reached up and clamped an iron grip around Eddie’s arm, using his forward momentum against him in order to yank the vault dweller close. They then released him, only to lock their arm around his throat in a tight headlock.

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Wesley shook their head slowly as they heaved a great sigh, beginning to undo the drawstring that held the robes together around their waist. "I will make you a deal. Prove yourself worthy! Defeat me in a friendly battle, and you'll have your.. noodle date." The teen said as they shrugged off their robes. As they tattered and thick fabric fell away, armor was revealed. Worn metal chest and arm pieces, a thick leather leg piece, and a neighboring piece that looked to have been taken from a synth all piled on top of a simple, stained harness. "There will be no weapons, no aiming to kill, just some sparring between friends. Whoever is able to pin the other in such a way that they cannot retaliate will win! Does this sound like a deal?"

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Eddie wakes, groggy, to find himself inches from a woman's beautiful face. "Hello darling. Can I wear your socks?"

“Absolutely n-not.” Ellen replied sternly before turning to Chris and El. “Guys h-he’s awake.”

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"Does this look infected Mr. Elbows?"

“Does it look like I care?”

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