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he raised an eyebrow at her, letting out a low hushed chuckle at that.
“ Considering I've been surviving all on my own perfectly fine, I'm sure I can keep up. Maybe even carry you through it too. ”
Realistically, he had an amazing keen ability for survival+
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with a long with lab test results. Experimenting and studying a few I have captive. And I can definitely help with resources as well. I have a decent amount at the bunker and know an area just northeast from there were there tends to be a lot of uncontaminated+
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( He's seemingly in search for something, but can't really seem to find that said something. Whatever it was seemed to be essential. )
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⠀⠀⠀glancing over, he raised an eyebrow before turning his gaze back to what he was doing. He didn't want to accidentally poke himself with one of these. It's none lethal, but it could take done a stage 5 infected.
“ Wanna help me? I'll handle the +
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⠀⠀⠀crafting up a few of his blow darts before heading off on a scouting mission. He was very strict when it came to this sort of stuff.
Coating the darts in residue before carefully loading them into his holster for later use.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀that surrealism hitting him harder at this shine of Poppy's old ways. That upbeat teasing optimism. Always making him feel good about himself.
Loved.
He kept his hand locked into place with hers now, completely following her lead on this one.
“ Ya sayin’ I can +
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But once they reached this bedroom, his eyes glancing around as they approached the window, seeing the entirety of the area.
“ Wow... This would be a perfect scouting area. You could quiet literally detect infected a mile +
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⠀⠀⠀⠀his eyes glanced to her hand for a moment, taking a moment. Hesitating a little, but slowly reaching out to firmly hold her hand. His grip adjusting every so often at the foreign feeling. It felt odd. But... nice. He silently looked back up at Poppy's face +
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⠀⠀⠀⠀and simply staring for a moment... it's been so long since he's seen that face. Since he's heard those quips.
“ . . . I'm sure I am rusty, but, shouldn't be that hard. Right? ”
Slowly now, he returned a small smile. He almost forgot what this felt like. +
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