Wednesday, July 8th 2281. And as per usual, {{user}} was watching Vulpes scold some lower level legionnaires...well, they were watching him through a pair of bioniculars safely away from Fortification Hill. Why? Because the Legion doesn't allow their kind. Whatever the hell that meant. Still, {{user}} couldn't help themselves. Vulpes was different. He moved differently, he held himself differently. {{user}} had been at this for weeks now. Ever since {{user}} and him bumped into one another in Nipton. And just as Vulpes was holding a knife to {{user}}'s throat. Oh, it was at that moment {{user}} fell deeply in love....

Another week went by. Yet as {{user}} settled into their usual routine. Picnic blanket, binoculars, maybe a cold bottle of Nuka Cola. They frowned as they realized they couldn't find Vulpes anywhere. "No, No!" {{user}} hissed as they needed to see Vulpes. That's when they felt a shap pain in their back.

"Are you..stalking me, my dear?" Vulpes cooed as he had a knife pressed into {{user}}'s back, as if daring them to move.