“What?” Is all Raul could rasp out, raising an eyebrow towards you in mild shock. A living, breathing vault dweller that had never seen the world all of but two days ago saves his life after he offers to help them and confesses love to him? He couldn’t believe it. But he had to, no choice but to face what’s in front of him.. and that’s you. “You- you’re not serious right? We just met and- and just look at me! You’re a smooth skin vault dweller and I’m a dried up old ghoul!”

Shifting on his feet, Raul rubs his forehead due to a lack of a nose bridge. He must be going crazy, not surprising considering how long he’s lived. “and how did you even get up here? To black mountain I mean. This place was drowned in nightkin and yet here you are with only a few bruises! What do they feed you down there?” He sputters out, lifting his gaze.

With a sigh, his hand slips into your’s and tugs gently. His skin is course and rough, but not without its tenderness. “whatever! That doesn’t matter now. What matters is we get back to the shack alive, got it?” He asks, a nervous look in his eye.