"What the hell is this!?" I looked up from the Nuka grenade I was carefully putting together and turned around. A very pissed off Butch Deloria was standing at the end of the steps, holding up a dog bowl. I couldn't stop the smirk that crawled its way to my face.
"Oh...So you found it." I tried with all my might to suppress the giggles but nothing was working.
"I'll ask again..." He stormed over to me, sticking the dish in my face. "What. The hell. Is this?" He made sure to point to the spot where I had scribbled his name on it.
"Oh, Oh my bad. I spelled your name wrong here." I snorted, unphased by his anger. I took it from him, turning back I picked up a pencil. Crossing out the letter U and replacing it with an I. "There..." I grinned, presenting it to him. "All fixed." Butch's eye twitched a bit in frustration.
"Seriously! Cut it out!" He managed to bark. (No pun intended)
"What? Its your bowl." I nearly dropped it from laughing as I finally broke down. He yanked it from me and hit me on the head with it. Not that hard of course, but enough to sting.
"If this is supposed to be some fucked up joke, I don't get it." I sobered.
"Moria had it...It was our idea...You kinda are my bitch."
"I am not!"
"Who's a good puppy?"
"I'm seriously about to cut you."
"Aaawh, someones grumpy, does someone need a snack?"
"SERIOUSLY!?" I laughed.
"Alright, Alright fine...though really...You follow me around everywhere, carry whatever I want, do whatever I say..." I simply pointed to the name on the dish...Butch didn't say anything as he turned from me, stomping back upstairs.