It pissed him the fuck off.
Even if it was sort of cute…
And Jericho scowled even harder at that, because maybe he'd been out of the game longer than he thought. Maybe too long. Had he gone soft? Aw, hell…
He shouldn't have been thinking it was cute he told himself as he glared at the kid, the other kid and the damned ghoul all fucking cuddled up together on the beaten mattress they'd dragged from the big bed earlier that evening. Even the dog was curled up at the end of it, dozing.
In this case, the Ghoul was probably the most standable of their little group of misfits. Jericho knew at least he had to be ordered to join in the cuddle orgy, but that didn't mean he'd missed the gawdawful tender light in his eyes whenever he looked at the kid.
Now the other kid… Well, he was obviously just getting while the getting was good. If Jericho had known that he'd have to put up with teen hormones, there'd have been no fucking way in the Wasteland he'd have taken up the kid's offer… Or at least he would have asked for more caps.
"Jericho' the kid called sleepily "C'mon, join in." She gave a long, lazy smile at the ex-raider and damn if it wasn't infectious. Jericho struggled to keep the corners of his mouth from curling up, rapidly taking another drag on his smoke to cover it up.
"No thanks, kid.' He muttered "I ain't exactly into that kind of thing if you couldn't tell."
The kid frowned "You know, if you're going to be a frowny face all night, you've got your own house to go back to." Jericho almost cringed at that. He hated his house in Megaton. Alcohol and Nova's rack weren't the only reasons he could be seen in Moriarty's more than his own home. 25 years he'd been a raider, sleeping in open spaces. His Megaton shack always made him claustrophobic and the kid's house was infinitely preferable.
"Fine. I'll join the fucking orgy." He said resignedly, slipping his assault rifle off his back and placing it on the table. He wondered just how the hell he was supposed to fit; the other kid was snoring softly with his arms around the kid's waist; face pressed into her hip. The ghoul had his eyes closed for once, though Jericho doubted he was asleep, and sat propped against the wall with his legs folded beneath him and the kid's head in his lap.
He gingerly lowered himself onto the mattress and lay down on the edge stiffly. The kid shook her head.
"Nuh-uh. C'mere." She said, patting her thigh. Jericho rolled his eyes and moved closer, putting his head where he was told to. The kid's hand rested on his shoulder and she sighed contentedly.
"That's… More like it…" She said between yawns.
Minutes passed and Jericho eventually relaxed. The other kid was snoring like a 'Guai, the Ghoul seemed to have drifted off amazingly enough. And the kid… Well, she was making adorably soft breathy noises that made Jericho want to roll his eyes in disapproval while at the same time patting her on the head.
Hell, she pissed him the fuck off.
But even so, she was still kind of cute…
I challenged myself to write Jericho fluff. Because Jericho rarely gets any fluff. Poor, foul-mouthed unfluffable ex-raider that he is. XD