A/N: I love writing about these two and their awkward friendship. So, this will be where I upload one-shots of Roxanne and Charon! "Eventually" was so depressing, so let's see some of their better times. No promises that I won't upload any sad one-shots.

Tbh, I kept this stuffed in the deep depths of my google drive for months. I really needed to post this lmao.

Sketching

"Roxanne, please don't take that," Charon whispered.

"But it's-"

"I know it's brown, but you're still stealing."

Roxanne gave him a blank look for longer than a moment before shoving the small, brown book into her pocket, despite his words. Thankfully, nobody was around, but Charon still felt uneasy. He looked over his shoulder at the Rivet City security guard not far from them.

"Let's just get out of here before someone notices."

The pair returned to their room at the Weatherly Hotel. Charon sighed as he closed the door behind him. He watched as Roxanne sat on one of the beds. She pulled the stolen book out of her pocket and began to flip through it with a fascinated look.

"Charon, it's a blank book! I haven't seen one of these since the vault!" Roxanne jumped up and rushed towards him with excitement to show him her discovery. "Maybe we should fill in some of the pages."

"With what?"

"Maybe art?"

"I can't draw."

Roxanne giggled. "Anyone can draw. Come on, let's fill this baby up." She took his hand and led him to one of the beds. "Sit tight and I'll check my bag for a pencil."

Charon scoffed. "You could probably find a damned Deathclaw in that bag of yours."

"That would honestly be kind of amazing. That big thing in this little backpack? I could let it loose on the Enclave or something. It would be so much easier than us going in and shooting them up." Roxanne rambled, mostly to herself, as she continued digging through her bag. Eventually, she found a pencil in somewhat decent condition. She sat down next to Charon on the bed, crossing her legs.

"What are you going to draw first?" Charon questioned, his face filled with curiosity. He had never seen Roxanne draw, or even knew she could.

"You'll see," she smiled, sharpening the pencil with her switchblade. "Look at me and please don't move."

Charon turned his head. Roxanne studied his face, attempting to memorize each bump and curve and color of his face. Lead finally met paper as she began to sketch. Charon's eyes tried to look down at her work in progress, but each time she noticed his stare, she would try to block his view. She continued drawing for another few minutes before speaking up.

"I'm done, I guess?" Roxanne held up the book.

"You drew me?" Charon asked.

"Well, it's supposed to be you."

Charon grabbed the book from her hands gently, and he held it to his face a little closer to examine the details of her drawing. It wasn't perfect. She outlined his face with dark lines. The shading was off. A lot of things were out of proportion. 'She tried and that's what matters. Like you could do much better.'

Roxanne uncrossed her legs to let them dangle off the side of the bed. "You should try to draw something now."

"Fine," he sighed.

"I mean, you don't have to. It wasn't an order. I would prefer if you did something, but you can say no."

Roxanne was worried he had interpreted her words as an order. She told herself numerous times every day to be careful with how she words things around him until she figures out what to do with his contract. Giving him orders makes her feel uncomfortable. She didn't realize how difficult it would be to rid the invisible shackles of the contract from him. Currently, Charon was unresponsive. It was making Roxanne worry that she screwed up. She bit at her lip and slowly kicked her feet to make the time until Charon makes a decision pass more quickly.

When he spoke, Roxanne exhaled with relief. "I'll draw something." Roxanne handed Charon the pencil. "Can...you look at me?"

Roxanne's face brightened up as she turned her body to face him. Her chocolate-colored eyes stayed glued to his ruined face while he worked. They occasionally made eye-contact when he would look up, but it was never longer than what was needed. Charon grew more nervous the further along he got with his sketching. The closer he was to finishing, the more furrowed his brow became. Roxanne forced herself to not look down at the work, but his changing expressions had her wondering.

"I'm done."

Roxanne grinned as she looked down and grabbed the book. His illustration was about as good as hers was. He got her wiry hair down at least, with a bunch of dark scribbles. Her face shape looked a bit more rounder and her eyes were less open. Roxanne could still tell it was supposed to be her.

"It looks great," she said as she reached to hug him. She pulled away as soon as she noticed his tenseness. "Sorry, I like giving hugs too much."

It was true. Every nice thing someone has done for her, she attempted rewarding them with a hug or something similar. It was a habit she picked up in the vault. Her father, James, had always told her that hugs were special and it lets people know how much they are appreciated. In the vault, being as affectionate wasn't too much of a problem. In the Capital Wasteland, it could have her killed, and it almost had killed her before.

Charon broke the silence. "Can I keep the picture you drew?"

"Sure thing," Roxanne replied, flipping back to her art. She carefully ripped the page from the book. Roxanne flipped to the drawing of her. "If you keep mine, can I keep yours?"

Charon nodded, and she ripped his work out of the book. He took the drawing of her from her, folded it up, and put it in one of his pockets.