[Dogmeat, who otherwise would have stayed lonely and abandoned, barks happily at the prospect of the eyebot's company. Neil watches this for a beat before holstering Pa's Fishing Aid.]
Such is our lot in life.
[He opens the door, revealing stairs and a dining room. A fair-haired woman standing against the wall to the left of the staircase spares them a casual glance.]
Rachael said you were coming. He's in the office.
[She thumbs over her shoulder, indicating the direction.]
Thanks.
[Neil glances at Alex and then moves past the woman toward the opening at the end of the hall.
During the fours years, Dave hasn't changed at all, except perhaps maintaining a little less hair and a little more gut. He also does not recognize Neil at first, until a brief reminder causes him to rattle off how he might once again annex the Capital Wasteland. In the end, the President is only distracted. The reason?]
We should make this quick. I have an election to oversee, and today is the deadline.
[An election that is likely skewed toward the current incumbent's favor. Neil closes the conversation as requested, gaining a temporary 'visa' for his cyborgandroid bodyguard in the process. Tipping his head toward the exit for Alex's sake, he then exits the office, mumbling to the man beside him.]
To this day, I still haven't a clue as to why I didn't just shoot him in the face.
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Such is our lot in life.
[He opens the door, revealing stairs and a dining room. A fair-haired woman standing against the wall to the left of the staircase spares them a casual glance.]
Rachael said you were coming. He's in the office.
[She thumbs over her shoulder, indicating the direction.]
Thanks.
[Neil glances at Alex and then moves past the woman toward the opening at the end of the hall.
During the fours years, Dave hasn't changed at all, except perhaps maintaining a little less hair and a little more gut. He also does not recognize Neil at first, until a brief reminder causes him to rattle off how he might once again annex the Capital Wasteland. In the end, the President is only distracted. The reason?]
We should make this quick. I have an election to oversee, and today is the deadline.
[An election that is likely skewed toward the current incumbent's favor. Neil closes the conversation as requested, gaining a temporary 'visa' for his
cyborgandroidbodyguard in the process. Tipping his head toward the exit for Alex's sake, he then exits the office, mumbling to the man beside him.]To this day, I still haven't a clue as to why I didn't just shoot him in the face.