A high chatter laugh echoed out not far from the Super Duper Mart where two slim figures walked the tangle of a ruined city outlined behind them. "Ah come on Butchie! That was funny, Don't you get it mole rats and mirelurks!" The petite blonde was walking backwards facing her companion a huge grin on her face which soon faded as her companion glowered at her. 

"Really!? You're still mad at me?" She adjusted the strap of the silver sniper rifle strapped to her back, which frankly looked too big for someone her size. The murderous look darkened, "Blondii you almost got me killed! Not to mention we had to swim all the way across that damn river! You know what that does to my hair, not to mention my jacket."

Blondii rolled her eyes and turned around skipping along, "That mirelurk was practically dead, and your hair? For gods sake you're a damn good barber and you can fix it perfectly. Right?" She flashed him a pretty smile, knowing the complement would bring him out of his funk. If anyone knew how to bring Butch Deloria out of his tough act it was her. 

He finally sighed, the anger of tension leaving his body. He hadn't really been mad at her just a bit disgruntled. Seeing the mirelurks dying because of the fresh water had reminded him too much of The Wanderer and that always put him in a funk. "You're right about that, though I wished you let me put those "damn good barber skills" to work and get rid of those nasty dreads for you, I mean really they aren't doing you any good at all. And there's still the problem of my jacket." Butch rolled his shoulders the leather of his old Tunnel Snakes jacket creaking as he did so. 

"Hey!" Blondi pouted. She ran a hand over her hair protectively the dreads and braids tinkling with the small things she'd picked up along the way. Beads she'd found in old stores they'd explored, children's barrettes taken off nightstands the bones of the little ones the only evidence of them ever being there. There was even an old bottle cap from an old world drink called "Sunset Sarsaparilla" that had a little star on the bottom of it. "I love my hair Butchie and I can't believe you'd say such horrible rotten things about it." She continued to pout at him green eyes peering through thick blonde lashes. 

He rolled his eyes at her antics, "Don't do that, you know it doesn't work on me. Annnnd, you're still forgetting my Jacket." Blondii let out and exasperated breath and skipped on, "Always on about the jacket, wish I knew why it was so important to you. Anyway, I bet Moria can help you with it, she always has some idea running through that wacky head of hers. You should go see her and you could sell some of our loot while you're at it." 

Butch's blue eyes widened, horrified, "Hell no! It's your turn to go deal with that psycho lady, I've done it the past few times and she always find some reason to make me stay longer, I think she has something for me. No way, nuh uh! Not doing it again!" 

Blondii giggled and slid her arm into his, "Aww, I think it's adorable! Come on Butchie don't you want a pretty girl entranced by everything you do?" A small rare smile touched his lips, "You know I don't swing that way. And besides when would I have time for that when I have to take care of you're trouble making ass?" . 

"Yeah, yeah as you always say. Now come on we're almost there see!" She pointed as they topped the hill overlooking the steel tangle of Megaton. "I'll take you're jacket and supplies to Moria and you can go down to Jenny's and grab a drink or something from her, Yeah?" 

He nodded slipping unzipping the jacket and handing it to her, "You better bring me back this jacket in one piece, don't let that woman do anything awful to it okay?" Blondii grinned, "You got it Butchie!" She placed a little kiss on his jaw and she was off down the hill.