[Scaramouche's mood seems to have lifted after the morning he just had. Watching the liner depart without him had left him feeling more restless than ever, but the lingering frustration--the indignation--that came with it is starting to ebb. Nothing a battle with a deadly robot can't fix, right?]
Right behind you, Jujubug.
[There's an unmistakable spring in his step as he ventures outside for the second time that day. True to his word, he follows his favorite barfly into the wild desert wind. What's that sound? It's the blast doors slamming shut behind them. Three long strides have him falling into a light stroll alongside her, the blade inside the scabbard on his back and the sheathed dagger at his side clanking against his radiation suit.]
So? How'd you like the show?
[The question is slightly muted, words muffled by his helmet and the breeze hissing across the red dunes around them, but Scaramouche won't be silenced. He swivels his head left and right, excitedly taking in their surroundings.]
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Right behind you, Jujubug.
[There's an unmistakable spring in his step as he ventures outside for the second time that day. True to his word, he follows his favorite barfly into the wild desert wind. What's that sound? It's the blast doors slamming shut behind them. Three long strides have him falling into a light stroll alongside her, the blade inside the scabbard on his back and the sheathed dagger at his side clanking against his radiation suit.]
So? How'd you like the show?
[The question is slightly muted, words muffled by his helmet and the breeze hissing across the red dunes around them, but Scaramouche won't be silenced. He swivels his head left and right, excitedly taking in their surroundings.]