That Suave M**********r

Arcade Gannon meets his courier, that suave m**********r.

I pick up a pre-war book, brushing the irradiated egg bits from the cover. The blue binding is peeling away from overuse. The pages are rough, water-stained, ripped and wrinkled. The words, slightly faded, always stay the same. The same Latin poems I had grown up with. The same words that put a dull ache into my heart. The same book I've been reading every day since I found it years upon years ago. I open the cover, the crackling of the dry paper reminding me of dried out Banana Yucca leaves. I start at the first page, but by now I've read the book so many times I can repeat it in my head. Still, I read it carefully, as if this is the last time I will ever see these words. I hardly get past the third page when my peaceful reading is interrupted.
"Hello."
I look up. There's that man again, the courier. What was his name? Ah, right. Ellis.
"What's up?" I ask, but I already know the answer. He has come to me two, three times a day, requesting the same thing.
"I want you to come with me."
Why? Why would he ever want me to go with him? Honestly, in my opinion, I am very, very boring. Even my life story is dull. You'd get a better story out of a Freeside junkie. Just what did he see in me that was so special?
"And why should I do that?"
He touches my arm, obviously not a man afraid, or even aware, of physical boundaries or personal space.
"Because I need a good-looking doctor to protect me from the big, bad wasteland," he says, his voice taking on a hint of suaveness. It would have had much more affect were I able to see his eyes. Or his face at all. He had a checkered handkerchief tied over his nose and mouth, and some sort of cap over his head. His chocolate brown hair still stuck out of the bottom of the cap. Oh, and not to mention he was wearing some ungodly dark goggles. In other news, unsureness blanketed me. This approach is new. Whenever I asked why, Ellis usually just bid me goodbye and walked away. Well, here goes nothing.
"Overt flirtation will get you everywhere, you know."
Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to follow this complete stranger through the Mojave Desert? Yes. I am. What else do I have to do around here?

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Lolz Well I can already find out that you are good in description, as well as there is a lot open into this beginning so the reader catches on. I will tell all my yaoi loving friends~