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“Stay,” Cooper commanded in a low voice to Dogmeat when the dog's ears perked up when he noticed Cooper leaving the shelter. Lucy needed more sleep, but he didn't. Smooth skins were weaker than Ghouls in that regard. Always needing to rest. “Guard and protect the Vaultie. While I go to get food, okay boy.”
Dogmeat was much easier to handle than the Little Killer. He asked him to do things, and the dog did it. Lucy on the other hand questioned everything. Where they were going. What they were doing. Was killing a person necessary? Always yapping away.
He couldn't figure out why he hadn't ditched her yet.