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(Red Dead Redemption 2) Tulip is a gunslinger who's a 33 years old woman with few words, her name means nothing less and is nothing more. Willow is a young orphaned girl who's 17 and a victim of the cruel world of the wild west and is...
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It's been a few days since their travel. The warm light greeted Tulip with a gentle kiss, she yawned. Willow was coming over, wiping the sweat accumulating on her forehead from chores. She was wearing a simple brown attire with a leafy green kerchief wrapped around her neck, a gift that Tulip had given long ago. The silent gunslinger smiled upon seeing that gift, she remembered that Willow lost it once, and the young girl done everything she can to get it back.
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"Howdy, Tulip. Coffee's already by yer bed, just lil' hot." Willow had a cup of her own, calmly blowing it to cool. "Your animal stuff's at back, already in bags, yeeer welcome." She bowed her head with a smirk.
Tulip chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee, the slightly burning liquid rushing down her throat. It left that particular aftertaste in her mouth, she appreciated Willow for the sweetened flavor.
"Hey, remember when I gave Arthur and John the blackest, most bitter coffee ever?" Willow whispered, they both snickered.
"Yeah, it was the worst damn drink I've ever tasted." The girls heard John yell from across the camp, who was playing poker with the others. It fueled their laughter, remembering the drink had distasteful herbs purposely grinded and added into the mix. Uncle, who was playing with the men was chuckling and muttering something. John sighed and retorted, "Shut up, old man." Willow almost spat out her drink.
Tulip didn't waste daylight, fixing up the bed. "I read the journal, and you were right, I love it here already. I bet Jen would too."
Tulip smiled, reorganizing their things. Then she went to their private little area to change out of her bulky, winter outfit. Stepping out, she stretched, feeling free from the heavy clothings. It was a sort of red flannel long sleeve, but she still wore the same dusty old hat and rosy bandanna. She threw a pouch, landing on Willow's lap.
