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[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[Indrani's wearing one of Pietro's robes, which looks like a normal enough item of clothing to her Wastelander eyes. The one she's picked is a bit big for her, and her communicator's clearly propped on something and pointed at her while she makes sure it'll stay on.]

So this is pretty cool. Good job, uh, clothes guy.

[She's heard enough complaints about being stuck naked that she's sympathetic, even if it's her first time through the wringer.]

Did I miss anything fun? Also, did we win? And did someone maybe get my guns? I like my guns.

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[catchingflies]

[Todd comes in, trailing both large furry animals, and wanders the halls a little before the singing finally leads him to where she's playing around. He looks a bit skeptical at her, but he's got a tin ear pretty much, himself, so he just asks dubiously,]

... what're you singin'?

[Hey, it's better than launching himself at her and hugging. Which he might've done, if it hadn't just taken him an hour and a half to get here and find her.]

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[Dogmeat leaps on her and demands both petting and licking privileges, but she does her best to talk around him, smiling at Todd.]

One of Three Dog's songs. He runs the radio back home, and he collects prewar records to play. I sometimes don't even know I'm doing it, actually. It's burned in my brains or something.

[catchingflies]

[The smile does make him feel a little mushy and over-warm, inside, and he has to grin, back.]

Well, hey, it means you're happy I guess, right? And you're back! I thought you'd never come back. 'Tro wanted to skin Dogmeat a couple times, so, y'know. I was hopin' you'd make it.

[For way way more than just Dogmeat's sake.]

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Ha, like to see the skinny bastard try.

[Indrani is no more substantial than Pietro and much shorter, but she doesn't see what that has to do with taunting him, which is fun.]

Who's a big fluffy bundle of death? You are! That's a good boy.

[Dogmeat licks her cheek again and she stands up to give Todd the usual friendly arm-punch.]

Yup, back.

[catchingflies]

[With her on his level again, and Dogmeat out of the way, he gives in to the urge: he hops over a step and loops an arm around her waist, and if she isn't quick about leaning away, plants a quick and probably smelly kiss on her cheek.]

Good. I was gettin' worried aboutcha.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[She doesn't quite avoid it, but she tries.]

Tolansky, honestly, knock that off.

[catchingflies]

What, a guy can't be glad his buddy's back? C'mon.

[He does let her go, though, probably in part because Thing One is finally caught up to them and wants to snuffle at Indrani, too.]

See? Even Thing's glad to see ya!

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[At least he's not pushing it. She lets it slide.]

Of course he is. I give him big slabs of dead animal all the time.

[She pets him affectionately, scruffing up his mane.]

[catchingflies]

Well, that and you're awesome.

[Todd clamors right on up onto his back, using more hair for hand-holds instead of the natural stickiness of his usual climbing, given the lack of wallcrawling while on the ship. A light kick to the andrewsarchus's hind end has him hunkering down, so it's easier for somebody who isn't Todd to climb on.]

C'mon, we'll take you home. Unless you wanna hang around in here all day.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

It's a fun place and all, but why would I pass up a Thing ride?

[She climbs up less gracefully. Even with powers off, he's got a lot more experience and enough of a boost from the physical side of his mutation to leave her in the dust without effort.]

[catchingflies]

[Todd gives her a hand up, to help her along, even though his arm strength isn't the greatest. It's better than nothing, though.]

So, uh.

[As Thing turns back towards the exit obediently, padding sedately through the halls of the ship, Todd offers awkwardly:]

Your body kinda got to walk around without you. Your old body. I guess Salvation can kinda make a whole new one if y'need it....

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

I thought my toes felt kinda crooked.

[She's honestly a bit disturbed, but jokes are easier than feelings.]

So what exactly does that mean?

[catchingflies]

Like. You, only not you. Made outa that bone stuff that takes over people an', y'know. Kills 'em. Had your guns and some of yer clothes and, uh, hair. Still.

[He gives a little shudder. It was creepy, is what it was. Rather than admitting that, though, he instead says:]

It totally scared Dogmeat.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Aw, poor Dogmeat. He'll need a dino steak and lots of pats.

[Ick. She manages not to shiver, but then, she's picked vicera out of her hair on a fairly regular basis.]

My guns and my clothes, though? Damn. I like my guns. And that was my old Vault suit.

[catchingflies]

Yeah. It's, uh. Kinda a little bit trashed, now.

[He winces at the memory, himself. He hadn't even really thought about the sentimental value of that stuff, just that it'd proved it was Indrani. That'd been more than enough, at the time, to deal with.]

Maybe the guns'll be okay, though. Once, I dunno. You get 'em out of all those spikes.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

[She might be able to fix the guns. They were already a mess of cannibalized parts and difficult repairs, after all. She doesn't want him to feel bad.]

I'll have to see if your roommate's sewing prowess can make me up something like it. Might even write 101 on the back for old time's sake.

[catchingflies]

[That distracts him a little from contemplation of that particular horror, and he snorts.]

Maybe if you paid him. He don't do stuff for free, especially not for my friends.

[Since, y'know. He usually doesn't have any, and he did see that exchange between them on the very post that brought him here.]

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

But that's so boring. I don't think I could manage that much sewing myself, though, or not from scratch. I fix clothes, but usually in a kinda lumpy way.

[She's never been very concerned with appearances.]

[catchingflies]

Hey, I'm actually, uh, not too terrible. I mean, I made my own Brotherhood uniform.

[Which doesn't look nearly as good as, say, Pietro's, or more so, as Kurt's. But it's not lumpy at all. And the taste is a bit questionable.]

If you can't get Pietro to do it for somethin'.

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Better than me. I just alter stuff I already have, so if you wanna volunteer, I'll give you some extra shooting lessons or something.

[They may be friends, but it sounds like a pain in the butt of a job to her. It's only fair.]

[catchingflies]

Hey, sure, I'm cool with that.

[And Todd is happy to pretty much do anything that means more time spent with her, especially now that she isn't dead and spikey anymore.]

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Cus, y'know, at home, you either have to make everything or find undecayed prewar stuff. Or just gank it like I usually do.

[He's usually amused by stories from home, as long as she edits out the gore.]

[catchingflies]

[Yet another reason Todd likes to think they're pretty alike: he might not have to deal with hunting down prewar stuff, but he did make a lot of his things growing up, or stole it. So hey, they have that in common!]

That where you got most of the stuff you brought here? Or's that all prewar stuff?

[iwanttosettheworldonfire]

Yeah, pretty much all of it. My good suit and my hat are old world scrounge, and at least parts of the guns are. And I collected it all the time back home. Toys and books mostly.

[Her magpie streak hasn't manifested the same way in Verdana, largely because it's not full of ruins she can take all she wants from.]