Lord's Rest Inn

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*cut for salem*

Mary smiles, watching her eyes happily

 Reeses face hardens, and then softens. she sits up a bit, putting herself more directly on mary's lap, her legs, and arms, wrapped around them.

 Mary tilts her head, "Did you want a hug?" She asks, putting her arms around them aswell

 "I think this is better for cuddling"

 "If that is a type of hug, I agree" she says, laughing softly

 "do... you not know what cuddling is?"

 She shakes her head, "Is that odd?"

 "I guess not, but.. its like hugging but better."

 "Sounds nice" she smiles

 "I agree." she says while leaning more into them.

 Mary hums softly, enjoying the moments

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*time to be wholeheartedly stupid.*

A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents. 

Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.

 *FALLOUT 4 LAD*

 *YEP! FALLOUT FOUR AND THE SERIES*

 *I've been replaying it, and i might actually try and beat it this time :D*

*Me listening to music so i can more efficiently traumatise write my characters :D*

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*time to be wholeheartedly stupid.*

A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents. 

Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.

 *FALLOUT 4 LAD*

 *YEP! FALLOUT FOUR AND THE SERIES*

 *I've been replaying it, and i might actually try and beat it this time :D*

 *It's a great game. Deserves more recognition. Ive been rewatching the series and was like 'lets make a character'*

*Sorry for disappearing yall. Still not back though, will be tomorrow.*

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*Sorry for disappearing yall.*

 A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents. 

Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.