This Blog is Accepting Valentine’s Day Stuff, Both Heartfelt and Shenanigans

Cicero takes a look inside the box, surprised entirely by her giving him anything at all. And even for an occasion. How strange, he hadn’t thought to give her anything because he assumed it would be out of line of him to do so. They hadn’t known each other long, and they butted heads every once in awhile… He hadn’t considered them anything besides acquaintances.

So of course now he felt shitty for not getting her anything.

“These-” He smiles, “Are beautiful. Did you make them yourself? Will you share in them with me Miss Elena? I’d love to get an idea of things that you like that I could bestow upon you since you seem open to the idea of gift giving.”

Symbol meme starters.

(yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger

It wasn’t often that Cicero traveled with others, but he was made to make an exception for once as he was ‘politely asked’ to accompany some little group off to do god knows what. To be quite honest, he wasn’t paying attention to what Vulpes had told him at the time.

Though now, he probably realized he should’ve. He’d gotten lazy, careless in his off time.

With an attack, he mercilessly drove his machete through an NCR ranger’s neck. And as he pulled at the blade, he felt the back of his armor be grabbed and pulled. He looks up to see one of the most hostile faces towards him in the group. Cassius. Uttering some curse as he watched the knife fly by them rather quickly. Assuming, it had been aimed at the assassin and the other had… ‘saved him’.

Cicero grits his teeth aggressively with a low growl as he shoves off the hand on his armor.

He never required saving when he was alone.

Absolute.

Bullshit.

He sinks his blade into another enemy with fervor, rage.

Rage.

Rage.