❝ your place ? hmm、 why not ! i heart seeing new places ! ❞
and maybe she can offer him some dosh to let her crash on his couch .̲.̲.̲ better than staying in the ¹⁸⁷’ˢ poi . its noisy there ,
Huff. Huff. Easy getting oxygen in. New Synthlungs . . .
He had already called up a Delamain, and the car would be up front shortly.
"How about my place then. Got a nice one 'round Kabuki that I stay in. Pretty sure it'd be cooler in there...~"
Holding a hand out.
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taking his hand now、 skipping besides him . ready to get out of this shithole ? yes .
❝ good booze ?! sign me up honestly、 i think the shit i drank here messed me up inside .. lets go!
❝ guess so、 haaa .̲.̲.̲ you’re a real blast too、 guhh . ❞ hands on knees near the edge of the dance floor、 catching her breath .
its uncomfortably hot in here with all the dancing and all
"That's just 'cause...I'm an elusive guy.~ What can I say?~"
It really was a blast. Usually around this time, he'd be on an adrenaline rush tearing through a group of gangoons or getting hammered out of his mind at a bar alone.
But here? Both, and with good company too—
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the bodies crowding .
.̲.̲.̲ ❝ it’s muggy in here ough 、 i kinda wanna go somewhere else . what say you ? wanna
have more fun with the coolest gal in night city ? ❞
dramatic hair flick、
❝ true that ! ❞
almost synergetic the way they dance together in their own brand of style 、 it makes the hours go by fast —— and the fact that she’s sweating so hard drift away without a thought .
It was obvious she was a lightweight, with her already acting like that . . .
Still watching, but when he was offered her hand, well he couldn't refuse.
He'd join the dance floor with her, getting the dance started on full blast already. He isn't a coward, after all.
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more drinks &, even more dancing come as the night stretches in this shit hole called night city . nana is wasted 、 having the time of her life .
❝ gah! you’re such a vibe ! cant believe we havent
stupid lightweight、 she really cant handle her liquor all that well . its apparent in the nasty footwork she dishes out on the red &, glowing pixelated dance floor . with tail tucked into her body
"Pff...Noted."
He was letting her do her thing, and when she finally got up and started dancing, he just stayed and watched, finishing up his Smash and ordering himself a few shots.
Taking all of them at once, he pulled up to the side of the dance floor and just...watched
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she’s free to move however .
❝ i have a LOT more to offer、 i’m the dancing queen、 me、 NANA HIROME ! ❞ chimes and half shouts she as she shuffles her way over to him .
she cant help but chortle a little 、 pursing lips at little cheek taps he gives her . ——— ?? eh ? closer look 、 whats that supposed to mean ? cheeks turn a subtle red as she gets lost
"Mmhm...~"
Nodding, letting her hold that mass against her hands. It's actually rather smooth, unlike how he described. Probably how it's able to shift. Tapping her face a bit as a joke, right against the cheek.
"Get lucky enough, you can get a closer look to 'em."
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in the gutters of her mind、 head shaking herself back to reality .
❝ corpo scum、 i love picking fights with them bastards too、 turf waring too —— i just love fighting、 its in my dna to be violent .❞
❝ ohh really now .ᐣ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ❞
watching tendril float up between her eyes、 gloved hand reaching out to feel over tendril、 scaly —— indeed . fascinated 、 she holds it between two hands .
"Oh, you'll remember. Trust me, I make big impacts in peoples' heads.~"
Sip. Sip. Sip...Ooh, much needed.
"So...these things are pretty much upgraded tech from the '40s. Originals had little claw arms on them? Well, these have scales that keep rigidity and are covered in +
tendril .
❝ woaw、 so i reckon you’re pretty powerful then .ᐣ i’d kill to see you in action actually .̲.̲.̲ not just on the dance floor ❞
says she、 ordering another drink