There's a reason why Len tends to lean towards clothing that is already some shade of brown, tan, or faded denim. Outside of the unrelenting sun of the Mojave and its ability to fade anything with color in under a month, it's a means of blending in with an environment otherwise hellbent on killing him. He can say one thing in the NCR's favor, and it's that their khaki uniforms make them look a whole lot less ostentatious than the Legion's blood-red skirts.
Len leans back slightly as a broken bottle drifts past his face, letting it bounce off the wall and spin slowly toward the concrete floor.
"Got some gauze you can put under that," he says, nodding toward the duct tape. Having used the same to bandage himself in the past he can at least acknowledge that it's the kind of behavior he can attribute to a man after his own heart.
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There's a reason why Len tends to lean towards clothing that is already some shade of brown, tan, or faded denim. Outside of the unrelenting sun of the Mojave and its ability to fade anything with color in under a month, it's a means of blending in with an environment otherwise hellbent on killing him. He can say one thing in the NCR's favor, and it's that their khaki uniforms make them look a whole lot less ostentatious than the Legion's blood-red skirts.
Len leans back slightly as a broken bottle drifts past his face, letting it bounce off the wall and spin slowly toward the concrete floor.
"Got some gauze you can put under that," he says, nodding toward the duct tape. Having used the same to bandage himself in the past he can at least acknowledge that it's the kind of behavior he can attribute to a man after his own heart.
"So where'd this place kidnap you from?"