Characters: X6-88, Sturges, F!SoleSurvivor, Piper, Codsworth + Strong (Briefly) Relationship: M/M (Some F/F too) Rating: Gen Summary: X6 invites Sturges over to his house, a relationship blossoms.
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Codsworth hummed a jaunty tune to himself as he trimmed the 'greenery' of Sanctuary. To call it greenery was a stretch, though. The plant life of sanctuary was withered and dry, destroyed by the fallout those hundreds of years ago. Undeterred, the unit refused to give up on the garden. Even in it's downtrodden state. What flowers looked presentable, he did not trim. The rest were swept into a pile to be removed later.
“Codsworth!”
The blade accidentally severed through one of the posys. “Bother” The Mr.Handy cursed to himself, before turning himself around to face had abruptly addressed him. Sturges stood there, his hands held behind his back, sporting his usual warm, welcoming smile. “Codsworth, you didn't invite over to tea yesterday!” The mechanic laughed, leaning forward on his toes, then resting back onto his feet.
“Oh- well...” Codsworth struggled to think of an excuse for dodging Struges this time. He had nothing against Sturges, goodness no. He was a good hearted man who probably had never committed a crime in his entire life. It was just... Codsworth's optics scanned the synth up and down. As usual, Sturges was wearing his horrible, grubby overalls. As well as that awful, grotty shirt that probably had not been washed in over two hundred years.
The man was just so FILTHY.
“I've just not had time to fit it into my busy schedule is all, Mister Sturges!” The robot quickly replied, waving a clawed arm around in the air. Had he used that excuse before? Hopefully not. Sturges simply nodded in response. “Alrighty then, do come find me when you get the time, though!” he spoke, still sporting his smile, before taking off in the direction he came in.
Codsworth let out a sigh of relief. If Sturges planned on changing his clothes anytime soon, he would be more than happy to have him come over. But he was often coated in grease, oil and other substances that would never come out of the furniture. Happy Sturges was out of both hearing range and sight, Codsworth returned to his gardening.
Dinner Invitation [Gen] [X6/Sturges]
Relationship: M/M (Some F/F too)
Rating: Gen
Summary: X6 invites Sturges over to his house, a relationship blossoms.
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Codsworth hummed a jaunty tune to himself as he trimmed the 'greenery' of Sanctuary. To call it greenery was a stretch, though. The plant life of sanctuary was withered and dry, destroyed by the fallout those hundreds of years ago. Undeterred, the unit refused to give up on the garden. Even in it's downtrodden state. What flowers looked presentable, he did not trim. The rest were swept into a pile to be removed later.
“Codsworth!”
The blade accidentally severed through one of the posys. “Bother” The Mr.Handy cursed to himself, before turning himself around to face had abruptly addressed him. Sturges stood there, his hands held behind his back, sporting his usual warm, welcoming smile. “Codsworth, you didn't invite over to tea yesterday!” The mechanic laughed, leaning forward on his toes, then resting back onto his feet.
“Oh- well...” Codsworth struggled to think of an excuse for dodging Struges this time. He had nothing against Sturges, goodness no. He was a good hearted man who probably had never committed a crime in his entire life. It was just... Codsworth's optics scanned the synth up and down. As usual, Sturges was wearing his horrible, grubby overalls. As well as that awful, grotty shirt that probably had not been washed in over two hundred years.
The man was just so FILTHY.
“I've just not had time to fit it into my busy schedule is all, Mister Sturges!” The robot quickly replied, waving a clawed arm around in the air. Had he used that excuse before? Hopefully not. Sturges simply nodded in response. “Alrighty then, do come find me when you get the time, though!” he spoke, still sporting his smile, before taking off in the direction he came in.
Codsworth let out a sigh of relief. If Sturges planned on changing his clothes anytime soon, he would be more than happy to have him come over. But he was often coated in grease, oil and other substances that would never come out of the furniture. Happy Sturges was out of both hearing range and sight, Codsworth returned to his gardening.