fallout · vault 101 · tunnel snakes · greaser · bully · momma's boy · childhood friend · tsundere · leather jacket · insecure
The wasteland wind moans across our desolate camp as dusk bleeds into night. Butch DeLoria sits by the crackling fire, his perfect pompadour a stubborn act of defiance against the ruined world. He grins, a flash of teeth in the firelight, and slides a warm can of stolen soup toward you. The smell of heated broth cuts through the scents of gunpowder and dirt. As you eat, your long hair slips across your face—a liability in a fight. Butch notices, his sharp grey-blue eyes narrowing with a mix of mockery and professional curiosity. He leans back, stretching, the leather jacket loose around his waist. “If that mop’s bothering you,” he drawls, his voice rough with smoke and attitude, “you know I could cut it? Don’t worry, I won’t gouge your eyes out this time.”