you do not have to be good. you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
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⠀ drooping for a brief moment like a wounded puppy but that doesn't stick long.
❝ one day i'll get a smoking buddy that sticks... ❞ she mumbled with a sigh. perking back up.
❝ you like... some sort of corpo bodyguard .ᐣ ❞
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A gentle sigh, as she prepares to answer Omi’s question.
“Warrior’s a decent way to put it. Also, I did just say that I also don’t smoke. So, as much as the offer enticed me, I’m gonna hafta decline.”
Kyousa spoke, reiterating that she isn’t interested in Narcotics at all.
want him so fucking bad bro. I need my ghoul netrunner bf man. bro look at him bro. no ass, fucked cut, slutty waist. fuuuuuckk bro I need him to shove his gun in my mouth
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⠀ out as she plopped down , the piece of furniture creaking loudly beneath her weight. then , they sat in silence. it felt weird , it felt almost uncomfortable... for reasons that didn't need to be said out loud.
❝ ...so. ❞
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⠀ soft smile graced chapping lips at that.
❝ don't gotta finish it if you don't wanna. sorry it's not the cheap shit you like. ❞ omi said sarcastically. though , it was in whatever good fun there could be had.
shuffling to a chair long passed it's date to be thrown+
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⠀“...mmm...”
⠀⠀D wasn't particularly in want of booze at the moment... but he figures a drink'd be nice. That, and he doesn't feel like turning down an old choom.
⠀⠀Deftly, he takes the offered bottle, grabbing it by the neck and taking a quick swig.
⠀“...thanks.”
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⠀ quirk of a brow , seems omi was curious at the mention of that.
❝ oh .ᐣ some kind of warrior or like , a work out junkie .ᐣ also , preem .ᐟ i have a pack on me if you want a drag of one. sorry they're cheap , though. ❞
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Kyousa would smile softly as she took a sip of her drink. Seems like she’s taking her sweet time with it.
“I don’t drink often, but I also don’t smoke at all. I normally train to calm down. Gives my mind something to do.”
Kyousa responded after finishing her sip, looking at->
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⠀ a nod , raising her own bottle then taking a swig.
❝ same. i don't drink too often these days but some nights ┈┈┈ or days , call for a drink or two.
i'm more of a smoker , myself. ❞
could've fooled her .ᐟ
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She takes the bottle, and smiles back.
“Thanks, Choom. Not much of a drinker, but, every once in a while doesn’t hurt.”
Seems like the redhead is starting to get accustomed to the lingo of Night City.