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[At some point in the day, an oddly dressed man steps into the halls of the Campus with his heterochromatic canine companion. He takes a look around, seeming to take in the sights, before pulling off his orange visor helmet. To some, he may look familiar, though a lot older.]
Well I'll be damned. [Boy does he remember this place. Vaguely. Though for him? It's been about twelve or so years.
Dogmeat, however, is completely new here. So the first thing he does is start sniffing around. If there's anyone in the hall (while Roy is distracted looking around), he's probably sniffing them. And he ain't being shy about it.]
Well I'll be damned. [Boy does he remember this place. Vaguely. Though for him? It's been about twelve or so years.
Dogmeat, however, is completely new here. So the first thing he does is start sniffing around. If there's anyone in the hall (while Roy is distracted looking around), he's probably sniffing them. And he ain't being shy about it.]