I DON'T WANT TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE HONEY

[followinginhisfootsteps]

[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.]

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[quixotically]

[DID SOMEONE SAY DOGE

DOGE]

Well, hello, there!

[guess who has Animal Friend? twice? Elle pretty much drops what she's doing (which is trying to pick the lock on the janitor's room, again) to turn and coo at the odd-eyed dog that's come to greet her. C: DOGE]

[followinginhisfootsteps]

[Well hello there indeed.

Roy too drops what he's doing (trying to see if he can open up this vending machine, that is) when he realizes Dogmeat has gone and taken it upon himself to check out some of the "locals".

He strolls on over to the scene while Dogmeat -- now realizing FRIENDLY HUMAN -- starts to playfully paw at Elle.]

Dogmeat, told ya to stop tryin' to pick up pretty girls.

[He offers the young lady a stupid smile.]

Sorry 'bout that.

[quixotically]

[Elle looks like she's trying to play some kind of patty cake with the dog pawing at her and she looks like she's loving it. She just laughs at the man when he apologizes, hardly glancing up at him.]

Oh, it's fine, it's fine. I love dogs.

[And then she does glance up at him, and her head tilts at the suit, and then her eyes stop on the Pip-Boy. Her eyes go wide and round.] Oh!

[followinginhisfootsteps]

[While she's busying herself with Dogmeat he takes the opportunity to check her out. Not like that. Okay maybe a little like that, but mostly out of habit, especially since her cloths had some striking familiarity to it. They looked pre-war yet...

Ah. That's when he spots her Pip-boy. By then she's finally looked up at him. He can't help but laugh lightly at her reaction. Pretty much the same one he was having, on the inside at least.

Jokingly, he puts up a hand. He has a feeling he knows what her reaction's all about but he doesn't say anything.]

Don't worry, I'm not as dangerous as I look, doll. [Har, har.]

[quixotically]

[Elle can't help it -- she scrunches up her face for a second at doll, but she rolls over it anyway and keeps going.]

I'm not scared. [It's not just a bold declaration, it's true.] Kinda reminds me of a stealth suit I've got back home.

Where're you and handsome here from? [She's talking about the dog. The dog is the handsome one.]

[followinginhisfootsteps]

Back home, huh? [He raises a brow at that, not really bothered to her reaction to the "doll" thing. That's...generally what happens whenever he opens his mouth, honestly.] I've only ever seen one, and I've got it. Interestin'.

[One real one, anyway. He hardly counts the Crimson Dragoon guys in the simulation as real.

Of course the dog is the handsome one. He's used to that too. His smile doesn't seem to falter, just gets a little less goofy.]

The lovely Capital Wasteland. [The sarcasm is palpable there.] What about you? [He gestures to her Pip-boy] You don't seem like a Vault dweller.

[Neither does he. But he's been out of the vault for years. She's still kind of young, it seems.]

[quixotically]

Oh, nah. There was a doctor who saved my life, he was a Vault dweller. This used to be his wife's. I'm from the Mojave -- New Vegas area.

[Hmmm.] Capital -- The capital? Like, D.C.?

[She is aware that she's ignoring his comment about the suit, but she'd dodge around it, anyway. Her conditioning wouldn't even need to be kicked on; she's not about to just go talking about the Big MT to any guy with a Pip-Boy.]