@RDamscas Liz takes her hand and places it against her own cheek. If Renae could feel, she'd find LW's cheek to be surprisingly warm and soft. Not quite human... but close.
"I did everything on my own choice. I bet this wasn't your choice."
@RDamscas Lizzy chuckled.
"Eating. Laughing. Making you uncomfortable. It feels good. I forget what it's like to be human sometimes..." she finds herself staring at her own reflection in her metallic hand.
"I've been forgetting what it's like to be human." She seemed to admit.
@RDamscas Lizzy just looked at Renae.
"Think so?" Then Lizzy took a sip of her wine....then ate her glass cup and grinned. The glass broke under metal teeth with little issue. Swallow~
@LastofZariman Sounds like quite a tragic backstory. Almost song-worthy.
Yup, I made sure to keep my original colon so I only need to put up with my own shit.
@RDamscas "You've obviously never had prime rib before."
Later, the two are in the elaborate kitchen with their meals.
Lizzy stuffs a too-big piece of steak down her throat, two glasses of wine beside them.
Liz's eyes go to the floor, the gunrunners outburst sudden.
"My parents were killed when I was 17. Crossfire in a gang shooting. And had a boyfriend until... recently."
She looked up.
"And a cute gunrunner I've spoken with a few times who came to essentially a strangers place.
"Even then, you still have people. You have friends. I mean, you had a family, right?"
Renae's head snapped to Lizzie, hands gesturing with frustration and jealousy.
"This isn't my actual place. I'm just doing a tech demonstration tomorrow." Liz gazed around at the fakeness of it all. Much like her, really.
"I don't really have what you described. I have employees. They're obligated because I pay them. But hey, you're crew now."
"Wouldn't wish it on my worst fuckin' enemies. Especially the aftermath of it all."
Renae just sat there, staring at the screen, thinking about it all.
"Must be nice. Having someone to fall back on. Always having someone to lean on. Something to eat. Somewhere to call home."
Her privilege just showed.
"Oh. Sorry. Must have been hard. Night City isn't forgiving to anyone, least of all kids." LW's silver eyes met hers.
"I wouldn't have let you go through that if I knew you."
"I wouldn't know. I never got sleepovers. Kinda hard to have moments like that when you're a teen on the streets, fighting every day for just a few more hours, y'know?"
She walked and talked, moving to sit on the couch beside Lizzy, leaning into the leather.
"That sounds amazing. I remember doing that when j was a kid, I think. Sometimes-" she blinks and freezes. "The chrome interferes with my memory sometimes. Painting each others nails-- that happened right?"
"Yeah, it sure as hell looks like it. No offense."
Renae slowly walked over, hands still in pockets, looking at Lizzie's outfit.
"Well. Hope you don't cut me out then. Truth be told, if this is the old brain, I kind of like it."
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"I forced my people the take night off. I haven't spoke to anyone who hasn't tried to steal from me, fuck me over, or fuck me. I guess-" she eyes the insanely fancy but messy room.
"This is just my brains - old and new - deal with shit. Old brain mostly." She grinned sadly.
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"Gotta say. I didn't expect... this. At all. What's all this?"
Her hand gestured around to Lizzy's outfit, and the TV. Didn't expect any of this in the slightest. Renae would've assumed her a higher maintenance type.
@RDamscas ++...depressed? Her pink hair wasn't clean or combed and just tossed back in a pony. She had a controller in her hand and a game on the comically large screen on the wall.
She perked up when the door opened suddenly.
"Oh shit, there she is."
@RDamscas The elevator played a quiet beat in the background as it silently flew up to near the top of the hotel.
The doors open revealing a living room area of a giant hotel suite. Liz was sitting on the leather couch, a Us Crack 2071 Tour shirt and pajama bottoms.
She looked...++