𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤!

ɢᴏᴅ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʙʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴜꜱ ᴀʟʟ

Government taxes me on my Chem money and then taxes me again to buy chems life is a prison.

Poke poke. He will sit here and wait.

Staring He will have a breakdown of his courier is dead.

“Yellow stands out. I tend to think I stand out a bit from my colleges.” A slight head tilt. “It’s funny seeing them upset over words though.”

Apparently it’s making me seem ‘unprofessional’ and a ‘mockery’ of enclave power You should keep doing it.

Hard to explain to the higher ups why a courier is calling me their ‘duck’

That ain’t nice.

Good morning America.

“Oh Sloane…” He’s staring down at the holotape, before holding it close to his chest, nodding towards the courier. “I don’t have a pip boy on account of the… arm, but I will listen to this every chance I get. Thank you so much…”

She can’t see it, but he’s smiling big beneath his mask now. “I think I’ll cherish it forever, something I can use everyday.” He hadn’t even heard it yet, and it was dear to his heart.

He’s looking up at the courier, head tilted, curious now “A holotape? For me? What for?”