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–Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

Pain. All he felt was pain. Like a Super Mutant had decided to just sit on his noggin and they weren’t even being careful about it.

Carlos whined pathetically, curling in on himself and both hands coming up to shield wrap over the top of his head like a helmet, leaving his arms to shield his face. He lie like that, making quiet little whimpers, when he eventually came to the realization that the fingers of one hand were laying over something on the other hand that shouldn’t have been there. Carlos didn’t dare move his arms, but instead explored with his fingers what he was feeling. It was around the ring finger of his left hand, and it was made of metal. Smooth, almost featureless… solid.

Where the hell did he get a ring?