distantpagesandpapercuts:

the-perfect-scientist:

distantpagesandpapercuts:

There’s a small moment of confusion on her face before it is replaced with the same recognition. Kira smiles a bit, impressed that he remembered her at all.

Even if incorrectly, it was close enough.

“Kira, but yeah.” She nods happily, “It’s been awhile, I honestly didn’t expect to see you ever again!” A small giggle escapes her, “I’m afraid I cannot recall your name, I’m horrible with names. But I remember, from Concord right?”

Carlos hesitated a bit at the doorway, but he clenched his fist and stepped inside.He would have preferred to stay outside, though he wasn’t sure why. God, the Wasteland had not been good for his nerves at all.

He stopped awkwardly a bit inside from the door and looked around. He wondered what would be a good place to sit before deciding on a chair closest to him. He walked around to the front and gingerly sat down, still looking around.

“I haven’t been inside of a place that was actually… um, lived in in a while,” he commented. “It… it looks very nice.”

He seemed nervous to be inside, though she wondered why that was. Kira herself was brought up in a bunker so too terribly open spaces made her a bit nervous. Was he claustrophobic or something?

The ‘doctor’ closed the door behind them but opened one of the curtains on the window right next to the door. Perhaps he’d feel better knowing that he could still see outside and that people could see him inside? That he was… ‘ok’? Was he afraid of her or something?

As the scavenger took a seat, Kira glided her way across the floor to the small kitchenette where she took down a dented metal kettle. Now filling it with bottled water and setting it on the hot plate on the counter.

“Thank you, I didn’t do it myself trust me.” Kira smiles, “Most of this stuff is donated, or Doctor Sun’s, etcetera etcetera. All the books lying around in such a mess are mine though. That’s how you know I live here.” Kira giggles warmly before pointing to the kettle.

“Tea?”

“Huh? Oh, um… no thanks. I don’t… really like tea,” Carlos said awkwardly. “But, uh, thank you.”

Carlos glanced out the window, glad to have the little bit of openness to the room. It did make him feel better, and he started to look around again, focusing now on some of the books. Some looked very decently intact – probably still readable for the most part. That was very nice… at least some people still appreciated books. If he’d ever had the opportunity or time, he’d have loved to sit down and pour over pre-war mechanical and science books.

“It’s, uh… very nice to see that people still use books for their intended purpose, rather than just kindling,” he told her truthfully with a very slight smile. “They’re lucky they ended up here.”

distantpagesandpapercuts:

the-perfect-scientist:

distantpagesandpapercuts:

There’s a small moment of confusion on her face before it is replaced with the same recognition. Kira smiles a bit, impressed that he remembered her at all.

Even if incorrectly, it was close enough.

“Kira, but yeah.” She nods happily, “It’s been awhile, I honestly didn’t expect to see you ever again!” A small giggle escapes her, “I’m afraid I cannot recall your name, I’m horrible with names. But I remember, from Concord right?”

Carlos looked after her, but he nodded and zipped his bag up again before following her. “A- um, alright!” he said.

This was good – at least the salvage he had could go to what they were meant to be used for. It hurt a little bit, selling the salvage when it just was going to be melted or pounded down to raw materials. But this way, specialized pre-war design would continue to be used and maybe he’d get a few more caps out of it as well.

He felt alright going with her. Most of the shops were open-air, and considering they were in a city he thought that he’d be safe enough. “So, uh… what sort of things do you do here? Like, I mean… what’s your job like?” Carlos was a bit curious, but he mostly wanted to just start some kind of conversation.

Kira smiled as he followed, luckily Diamond City wasn’t all that big. Her office was actually already within sight. Her stroll was a bit slow, letting him follow and take a look around if he wanted.

What kind of tea did she have at home anyway?

Thinking it over, she didn’t even hear him as her a question till she caught the end of it.

“Eh?” She questioned, pushing her glasses up, but she had a general idea what he was asking.

“Ohh, I help run the clinic. Right over there.” Kira points to the split clinic, half inside and half out. Sun was tending to his chem table, seemingly busy with his work. “With Doctor Sun, the man you see tinkering.” She smiles to the other, “Sun treats the humans, I specialize in ghouls, synthetics, and supermutants from time to time. But alot of what I do here in town is merely manufacture chems and help Sun with his work when he needs it. Such as buying from people like you and refurbishing the materials to be used later.” She nods definitively, waving to Doctor Sun who didn’t notice her before opening the door to her personal office.

The room she opened the door to had her desk, a few bookshelves, a seating area, a small kitchenette, and a few small tables littered with old magazines and books.

“Feel free to sit wherever you like.”

Carlos hesitated a bit at the doorway, but he clenched his fist and stepped inside.He would have preferred to stay outside, though he wasn’t sure why. God, the Wasteland had not been good for his nerves at all.

He stopped awkwardly a bit inside from the door and looked around. He wondered what would be a good place to sit before deciding on a chair closest to him. He walked around to the front and gingerly sat down, still looking around.

“I haven’t been inside of a place that was actually… um, lived in in a while,” he commented. “It… it looks very nice.”