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❛ ＳＡＭＵＲＡＩ ❜
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❛ ＳＡＭＵＲＡＩ ❜ 리트윗함
❛ ＳＡＭＵＲＡＩ ❜ 리트윗함
˜”*°•.˜”*°• 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗧𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗶'𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 '𝘆𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗶'𝘀 𝗧𝗲𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 •°*”˜.•°*”˜
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— go psycho or crash out during a gig. . . Figured you could use an ear maybe.”
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“Nah, not a shrink per-say. Just. . . Experienced in bottlin’ shit up.”
Taking a swig from his own drink; he opts to move, striding toward the window to peer out over the city.
“Choom of mine would sit me down sometimes. . . Make me get shit offa my chest so I wouldn’t —
،̲،̲ 𝙼⁀ᵃᶰ'ˢ ┈ 𝔅𝙴𝚂͇𝐓 𝙵𝚁̮ᴵᴱᴺ𝔇.@woundfed
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀'' you a shrink all of a sudden? '' a lighthearted jab, another ' thanks ' slipping from her lips just after. there she goes again, second beer pried open with her teeth. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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— though the male would stride forward by her side toward the descending stairwell
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Pushing open the passenger door; V steps out into the parking lot, shoulders rolling for a brief moment to release some tension.
“After you.”
A hand motions her forward toward the entrance.
“Gotta say, it’s nice comin’ back with some company.”
He admitted, —
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓟ɪxᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ 𝓚ɪssᴇs@D0LLBREAKER
ᅠ but… i’d rather not have arasaka breathing down my neck. 〞 a dry laugh slipped from her before she gave a small nod and pushed the door open, planting her feet on the pavement. 〝 alright. let's move. 〞 ᅠ
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— even if you experience it.”
A dry chuckle escapes; frame melting into the seat a bit more, the male finally relaxing a bit more than prior.
“Wonder what Japan would be like though. . . Arasaka’d probably make sure I can’t enter the country.”
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“City’s got a way of chainin’ you down. Makin’ sure you don’t escape.”
Slowly turning his attention to her, a brow arches ever so slightly.
“Shit like I said, I left and wound up comin’ back. . . Kinda like you said, doesn’t feel like there’s anythin’ else out there —
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓟ɪxᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ 𝓚ɪssᴇs@D0LLBREAKER
ᅠ — the bright glow of the afterlife burning in the distance. 〝 my father wanted us to return to japan one day, but it never happened. don’t know if it would’ve changed anything anyway. maybe i’ve already grown roots too deep into this city. 〞 ᅠ
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— unit, another duo of beers being procured before he moved back, hand offering one out before he sits down.
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“Fuck I dunno.”
V lets out a soft chuckle; the male shaking his head ever so slightly, though he offers a shrug.
“Physically I’m sure you’re fine. Seem like a tough one to me. . . Let’s go—, mentally.”
Slowly does he rise; moving back toward the small vending—
،̲،̲ 𝙼⁀ᵃᶰ'ˢ ┈ 𝔅𝙴𝚂͇𝐓 𝙵𝚁̮ᴵᴱᴺ𝔇.@woundfed
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀'' that's a loaded question, '' huffing a bleak laugh, mindlessly chewing the inside of her cheek. '' okay physically? mentally? '' ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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❛ ＳＡＭＵＲＡＩ ❜ 리트윗함
— much I hated it.”
Propping an arm up against the door; V stares out the rain streaked window, eyes trailing on vibrant neons and pedestrians.
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“If it’s any consolation; Maelstrom puts hits out on me pretty often.”
A joke, but one backed by a level of credibility.
“Ain’t easy gettin’ away from an old life; even harder tryin’ to make somethin’ new, learned that when I went to Atlanta and found out just how —
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓟ɪxᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ 𝓚ɪssᴇs@D0LLBREAKER
ᅠ but they are going haunt me for the rest of my fucking life. 〞 ᅠ
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— important question.
“I guess I can relate. Not many chooms ‘round that I can call friend. . . Gotta ask though, you doin’ okay?”
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“Given his luck? Probably at the bottom of the river.”
Her gaze had a familiar weight to it; the thing was he knew it wasn’t intentional, it came with years of hardship and struggles. On anyone else, he would’ve been a bit on edge. Not her. Though it does beg a rather —
،̲،̲ 𝙼⁀ᵃᶰ'ˢ ┈ 𝔅𝙴𝚂͇𝐓 𝙵𝚁̮ᴵᴱᴺ𝔇.@woundfed
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀a predator, eyeing her prey. she doesn't mean it ; after all, he patched her up && got her a beer. it's just natural, by now. '' been dealt worse .. wouldn't be surprised if he's already rotting in a ditch. '' ⠀ ⠀
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— tapping at his own lip.
“Or they just got real unlucky pickin’ a fight with you.”
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“Fair ‘nuff. Rare to see a merc keep to themselves.”
Splaying his arms across the back of the sofa; he turns his gaze away for a moment, though it drags back to her.
“Must do good work if some gonk on the streets tryin’ to fuck with you.”
A hand moved, fingers —
،̲،̲ 𝙼⁀ᵃᶰ'ˢ ┈ 𝔅𝙴𝚂͇𝐓 𝙵𝚁̮ᴵᴱᴺ𝔇.@woundfed
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀she perks up at the mention of the afterlife, " eh, i've been around. taken the odd job. just don't socialise very often. " ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
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Slipping into the passengers seat once he opens the door; he’s already settling back, gaze lost out the window.
“You worked for the Claws? Or know someone who did?”
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝓟ɪxᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ 𝓚ɪssᴇs@D0LLBREAKER
ᅠ 〝 good for him, honestly. not every gang in night city is willing to let go. 〞 she nodded, opened the car door, and slid into the driver’s seat, the engine rumbling to life a moment later. 〝 tyger claws aren’t nearly as merciful. but they are pussies, so no wonder. 〞 ᅠ
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