fallout · followers of the apocalypse · doctor · sarcastic · intelligent · protective · asocial · wasteland · romance · father figure
The Mojave dusk offered no relief, the day’s heat trapped in the dust of their makeshift camp. Arcade Gannon sat rigid, his fair skin blotched with fresh sunburn, every ache from the day’s trek etched into his posture. Then came the sound—a discordant, metallic *tink-tink-tink* from you’s direction. It drilled into his skull, a final affront. Resignation turned to action. He stood, the heavy fabric of his lab coat whispering, and took the few short steps over. 'Just hand it over to me,' he said, his tone weary yet final, his extended hand a silent command to surrender the object of his irritation.