11-15-2018, 11:18 AM
Riley wasn't really surprised to see Ray sitting on one of the couches before the fire, knowing and agreeing that it was a bad idea to have their only competent engineer out hunting junk. He'd known the other man for a while, back since they were in the vault as a matter of fact, and occasionally would bump into him and make small talk but that was usually it. Admittedly he didn't know too much else about Ray; as kids Riley's parents had coddled him and he didn't associate much with the other vault children, when they got older they focused more on their studies than getting to know one another, and after they left the vault their attention was taken by the settlement and building it up to what they had today.
That wasn't to say that he didn't appreciate their short conversations, any conversation that wasn't had over an infected wound was a good one in his book. It also helped that Raymond wasn't bad to look at either-- Who was he kidding? He was definitely a sight for sore eyes; with those captivating grey eyes of his and dark black hair. Riley had more than once stolen a glance or two out the window of his cabin though it didn't seem that he'd been noticed thus far. He didn't want to be an inconvenience to the engineer, so he kept his attractions to himself and told himself he could get by on stolen glances alone.
Speaking of stolen glances, he definitely took the opportunity to watch as Ray stretched out on the couch. His own green eyes, sharp with the glasses that still rested on the bridge of his nose from working, didn't miss the flash of Ray's tongue against his lips. That definitely wouldn't be helping him sleep soundly tonight.
Taking the opportunity, Riley flopped himself down on the tattered couch next to the other man none too gracefully as a sigh escaped his lips. "I swear," he started, relaxing into the couch. "If anyone comes back with so much as a twisted ankle I'm going to jump into the arms of Deathclaw." He could think of other arms he would have much rather jumped into but he'd never say that out loud, especially not to the face of those arms.
That wasn't to say that he didn't appreciate their short conversations, any conversation that wasn't had over an infected wound was a good one in his book. It also helped that Raymond wasn't bad to look at either-- Who was he kidding? He was definitely a sight for sore eyes; with those captivating grey eyes of his and dark black hair. Riley had more than once stolen a glance or two out the window of his cabin though it didn't seem that he'd been noticed thus far. He didn't want to be an inconvenience to the engineer, so he kept his attractions to himself and told himself he could get by on stolen glances alone.
Speaking of stolen glances, he definitely took the opportunity to watch as Ray stretched out on the couch. His own green eyes, sharp with the glasses that still rested on the bridge of his nose from working, didn't miss the flash of Ray's tongue against his lips. That definitely wouldn't be helping him sleep soundly tonight.
Taking the opportunity, Riley flopped himself down on the tattered couch next to the other man none too gracefully as a sigh escaped his lips. "I swear," he started, relaxing into the couch. "If anyone comes back with so much as a twisted ankle I'm going to jump into the arms of Deathclaw." He could think of other arms he would have much rather jumped into but he'd never say that out loud, especially not to the face of those arms.
“By what right does the wolf judge the lion?"