[ Right then, there are so many things she should be doing. But everything sort of faintly pangs, aches in the way old bruises do. Not bad as it could be, all things considered. If the bandits are coming back, they're not doing it just this second.
That's as much as she needs. She doesn't want to move, there's a whole big world outside this tin shack and she'll slaughter half of them by the time she's done at the end of the week. Or something. Make more money, find a better grenade mod to get so revenge for the ruining of her bikini line, who knows what. But right then?
She just doesn't care. It's tucked away safe, or safe as can be and she's doesn't have the energy to be miss big bad vault hunter. So she moves, but it's only to get her head up under where his arm is resting to put her head on his leg. Little movements of adjustment, her goggles tugged off and set down beside her, her pig tails coming out in messy little tugs. ] Good. Don't move.
[ The blankets falling off her shoulders for the time being, and outside it's getting dark, but this? This is better than perfect to her exhausted mind. ]
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That's as much as she needs. She doesn't want to move, there's a whole big world outside this tin shack and she'll slaughter half of them by the time she's done at the end of the week. Or something. Make more money, find a better grenade mod to get so revenge for the ruining of her bikini line, who knows what. But right then?
She just doesn't care. It's tucked away safe, or safe as can be and she's doesn't have the energy to be miss big bad vault hunter. So she moves, but it's only to get her head up under where his arm is resting to put her head on his leg. Little movements of adjustment, her goggles tugged off and set down beside her, her pig tails coming out in messy little tugs. ] Good. Don't move.
[ The blankets falling off her shoulders for the time being, and outside it's getting dark, but this? This is better than perfect to her exhausted mind. ]