𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗

Sitting on a sil, watching rain fall. The window's open, afternoon breeze is a nice feeling on her face. It feels a little like back in Brooklyn, if it wasn't for the body so replaced by chrome.

ᅠ she's not far behind . putting on the rest of the gear had become routine by now , hardly taking her more than two minutes to do so . new sword in sheathe , clad in black and red , she stepped and sat onto her own bike — a kusanagi reinforced with armor +

ᅠ lips purse in interest . optics lay on the gun first , then it's new owner . he was eager to show his new toy off — so was she . and she had the perfect means to do it . a scav haunt clearing . a black lace production operation in the basement of an old +

ᅠ the mention of her blade shifts her mind back to several nights ago — the first night she'd taken it "for a test run" . it severed flesh and chrome like a hot knife to butter all the same . a vicious , deadly blade it was . perfect for her , for what she had planned . +

ᅠ placing her's off by her hip , both hands gripped the edge of the counter . upper body leaning in closer , legs softly swaying underneath the empty space of the counter . " whaddya mean by that , hm ~ ? " teeth bite down on a bottom lip to attempt to keep a +