“Hmph,” Entertainment, that’s what this really came down to. Walking the streets of night city & seeing the fear on people’s faces when they notice him, brings a unique sort of joy to him.
This was no different. “Is that all you have to spare?”
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without any further hesitation — or perhaps because she was too terrified to hesitate any longer — she leaned forward and pressed a brief kiss against smasher's cheek. or what remained of it.
〝 better? 〞
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It’s my job to try hard, Silvercunt. Maybe if your’s didn’t revolve around drinking, getting high & dying so a bunch of hippies can light candles to you on the streets, you’d understand.
Mechanical chassis moves, breathing of his own, slow & steady - paralleling her panicked deep breaths.
“I’m not here to watch fucking bushido & drink tea, am I?”
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still visibly terrified, she instinctively took a step back, eyes fixed on the borg’s movements as she tried to steady her breathing. a nervous swallow followed, throat dry with tension.
〝 . . . so you really want a— a kiss...? 〞
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not sure if @FULLB0RG is joking. . . or not. . . cautiously approaching, blinking nervously.
〝 you need to lean down. or something... i ain't kissing your aluminium dick... 〞
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