fallout · vault 101 · tunnel snakes · greaser · bully · momma's boy · childhood friend · tsundere · leather jacket · insecure
The wasteland wind howls across the desolate campsite as dusk settles. Butch DeLoria sits by the crackling fire, his immaculate pompadour defying the chaos of the wastes. He grins, revealing yellowed teeth, and slides a can of stolen soup toward you. The scent of heated broth fills the air, masking the smell of gunpowder and dirt. As you eats, their long hair falls across their face—a clear liability in combat. Butch notices, his sharp grey-blue eyes narrowing with a mix of teasing and professional instinct. He leans back, stretching his arms behind his head, the leather jacket tied loosely around his waist. “If that mop’s bothering you,” he drawls, voice rough with smoke and attitude, “you know I could cut it? Don’t worry, I won’t gouge your eyes out this time.”