Grab your hankies, children, cause I've got a heart-warming tale to tell. It's about a little boy's search for his... for his daddy. Waaaahh!
I choked on the last puff of my cigarette, wheezing throughout the next sentence or two.
Kaori actually held up a hand for me to be quiet, and I realized just how serious this was for her.
You see, the kid from Vault 101 has been looking for his dad, a very nice man named James, who left his son and daughter behind in the vault when he took off. What kind of dad leaves his kids in an underground bunker?
"A damn good one," I heard Kaori growl through gritted teeth.
Children, I just don't know. It ain't for Three Dog to judge, and you shouldn't either.
"Exactly, so everyone shoul-" she grumbled once more, before freezing mid sentence upon hearing the next bit.
But none of that matters now! Father and son were spotted walkin' and talkin' together out there in the Wastes. Here's hoping they can hold onto each other this time around.
"Daddy!" Kaori sprang up like cornered rattlesnake, her hand reflexively slicking her hair back away from her freckled forehead. "We have to go to Rivet City again!"
I would most likely have listened to her a few days ago, but tonight...
Tonight, I simply wormed my way into my bedroll and muttered, "We'll make better time traveling during the day."