art exposé

ahhhh Miri! You're going to make me blush, you're always so kind! Thank you so much! let me know how that goes hahaha!

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She read as so cool, so natural or at least her body language was selling it and Art found himself caught by it. She had the allure of the rocker types he remembered from another life. The ones he'd never gotten to know. The ones who had nothing good to say about the boy he'd been, back when he was someone in the light versus shadow. "Don't I ever!" He agreed playfully. His devil had purchased him and remade him… Not planned. Improvised. Improvised and Hands didn't belong in the same sentence but Art supposed a rogue AI engram hybrid killing one of his netrunners wasn't what most people planned their day around. He leaned forward, took a sip, chuffed against the rim. "Klep in and out…" He paused, looks pensive then returns to that casual warmth, "We both know Night City has a way of promising you a simple klepping gig and then handing you a whole lot of ugly instead." He tilted his head. "Though I must say… if there are mysterious third things? I hope they're at least interesting. I get wary of dull gigs that seem to undersell themselves. I'd rather be ready." He let the silence hang, his pale blue eyes fixed on hers.

I miss the feeling of playing Cyberpunk for the first time. Bugs and all, I miss it.