Robert Joseph MacCready

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The walk back to the gift shop was both way too long and way too short. The fuck was he getting himself into? In all this time there'd been basically nothing and he was way too self-conscious to like- All these people were way out of his league.

Still, he went. Course he did. At worst, he'd end up with a giant friend and a guy like that was always useful in a fight, 'specially to be a distraction for the smaller ones like him.

When they got there, he slipped to the far back where the clothes were, chewing intently on his lower lip as he flicked through things.

There were sewing kits up near the front and he could steal scissors for a little bit from Iggy. He didn't think the guy would mind so long as he brought 'em back.

For the most part MacCready tended to avoid...hell, basically everyone really. It wasn't the best way to function, he knew that.

Thing was though...

A guy like him didn't belong in a world like this. And it wasn't in some weird like too good for this upper stands bullshit. Nah, none of that.

If this was really California way, way before the bombs fell, what- What was the point? Who the fuck did he piss off so badly that they went 'I know what's going to make things worse, show him what kind of life is absolutely impossible for him where he's from!'

He was miserable. He knew he was miserable. Wasn't any goddamn sense in denying it.

A guy like him didn't belong in a world like this because a world like this was too good, too whole for him.

Watching Percy and Vax reunite was uncomfortable not just because it was a super personal moment but also...also because MacCready knew nobody missed him that much. Nobody would be that glad to see him.

So somewhere in his mind, he decided that because no one back home would be that glad to see him then no one here would be that glad about it. All these people with their really nice teeth and all these worlds where you just hope you don't get caught out in the middle of a radstorm or mauled by a-

It was better for him to do his routine. Go up to the roof, take watch for a while, slip into the kitchen when the dude who actually had a name wasn't there, steal some food and disappear again either to sleep in his super stiff bed or go take next watch.

He wasn't too keen on watching that day. He didn't- He didn't want Percy or Vax finding him. He didn't need that friendship rubbed in his face too or either of them thinking that they owed him something because he helped them out. Percy'd said as much in his way. Vox Machina was a family. Far as MacCready could tell just from listening to all the stories... There wasn't gonna be room for him. He didn't want to intrude.

He wished the pair of them well. He did. He just...

Better to be alone enough where no one would even notice if he was gone.

He'd come down to head into the kitchen. When he ducked in, he didn't see the non-chicken guy and figured it was safe enough to figure out something to eat. Chicken wouldn't talk to him anyway.

He'd left Lucy locked up in his room, planning to eat there anyway before he headed back out. This was just a quick food run, he told himself.

He was so focused on being overwhelmed (again) by the choices in the fridge that he didn't hear anyone else in the room. The fuck was he supposed to do with any of this?