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Welcome to ROBCO Industries (TM) Termlink
Designation: Piper Wright, Publick Occurrences.
Terminal Log #: 2003
Date: 08/21/2287
Entry:
Even after having written over a thousand of these [jeez, weird to think about that], it really doesn't get any easier to write thoughts down on paper. Especially with what's been going on recently.
It's been two months since my last entry. Ajax and I are... I'm not even sure myself. I want to say we're dating, but it feels as if she's not entirely committed. Not to say she doesn't love me, she most certainly does [stroke your ego more, why don't you], but she's hesitant somehow. I'm not sure why, but I'm fine with waitin' and helping her along the way. She's worth that.
She decided to give up mercenary work [my guess is because of the Brotherhood of Steel still being after her] and now helps out with the Diamond City security. It was an... adjustment, to say the least, but she's taken a liking to it. Said it was something about "getting to be fearsome without being feared", whatever that means. It's good to see, to say the least.
As for me, I'm still doing what I do best. Still a bit sore around my hip from that bandit shot, but we both know that wouldn't have kept me down for long. Ajax sometimes accompanies me for any journalistic ventures outside Diamond City, which leads to some... interesting confrontations, to say the least. I can't explain how but it's more enjoyable with her, even with all the nuances.
Honestly, at first, I wasn't sure about Ajax. When we first met I thought she was a delusional merc with a weird fantasy. One who would eventually get bored of me and throw me to the vultures. Even back when she babysat me back to Diamond City, I still wasn't sure about her.
But now, I feel silly for even thinking that. I feel like a jigsaw that's been missing a piece, and Ajax brought that to me. These past few months have been the best times of my life, without a doubt. Hell, even Nat's been enjoying Ajax's company, albeit in some stranger ways. She tried to taste one of the rocks on her arm, which led to some... interesting developments. Funny enough, the two had enough of my antics of not repairing the printing press and decided to repair it together. It was cute, seeing the two of them work together.
Still, I can't say it's all positive. Like I said, I don't fully know what we are yet. Dating, testing the waters, or friends with benefits [Ajax taught me that one]. Might talk with Ajax about it soon, but confrontation's never been my thing. Actually, confrontation has been my thing, but confrontation for THIS has never been my thing.
Anyways, that's the upda█
Piper felt a pair of arms rest wrap around her as the person behind her set their chin on her shoulder. She reached up and softly held their face, nuzzling up to them. "Back already?" Piper asked.
"Yeah, we finished reinforcing the outside early," She murmured, the warmth of Piper softening the edge in her soul. "You comin' to bed soon? It's gettin' dark soon."
"Sure thing, Ajax. Just let me tuck this bit away and I'll be there, yeah?"
Ajax mumbled something in confirmation before planting a kiss on Piper's cheek. "Don't stay up too late, honey," she muttered.
A warm smile rose up and onto Piper's face, the sound of Ajax's affectionate response repeating in her head like a broken holotape. She turned back to her terminal, making a few backspaces before finalizing the log and turning the terminal off and heading to her bedroom.
Actually, confrontation has been my thing, but confrontation for THIS has never been my thing.
Anyways, that's the update. Maybe I don't need to be confrontational this time. Seems like there was never a need for one in the first place when the answer's staring right at me.
Signing off on Log 2003,
Piper Wright
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