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She was glad to be back in her own apartment and to finally have some time alone with Johnny. "So," she grinned at him, "are you glad to finally have me all to yourself now...?"

Johnny looked at her, pensive for a moment.   

Johnny waited until Misty left before stepping around in front of V, to sit on the ledge with his back to the city. “So.” He started, glancing away from her, over his shoulder at the city behind him. He never realized how beautiful it could be. Swinging a leg over to straddle the ledge, his thoughts were all over the place. He had a few ideas on how to do this with the least amount of casualties. But also, he was considering the best way to save V’s life with the little time they had to make sure her body didn’t reject her. It was too used to him already. “Got anyone ya wanna say goodbye to? Might not get another chance.”

@nomadpvnk asked: SEND 🤗 FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOURS WRAPPING THEIR ARMS AROUND THEM (if you want👀)

Nero had been given the contact details by one of the fixers at the AFTERLIFE, and this one was particularly interesting. She regularly hired out solos, mercs, rockerboys and everything that fell in between for various jobs, but this one was standing out - the fixer had told her this one was the best, and worth the higher price. Normally, she wasn't all that concerned with the quality - pretty much most of the jobs she'd hired out had gone over without a hitch... but this one required someone of a higher caliber.

      ↳ @nomadpvnk​​ asked, “ “i ruined everything.” for Vik Vektor ”

      he liked his back alley business. in fact, the only thing that was back alley about it was the location, but details. from the little portable television at his bench a boxing match played through, the announcer’s voice bouncing and lilting through the details in rapid-fire description. but vik paid no mind to it, not as much as he usually did, at least. he tinkered with his left hand, adjusting the tool custom to any of night city’s ripperdocs, as he almost always did ---peering through the tinted shades of sunglasses. there was a song about that, some archaic thing he’d heard once on the net.

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"You just what?" Words left him a little TOO bitter, his way of dealing with the situation maybe coming across as harsh. In reality, he was in the same boat as V; terrified, uncertain, T I R E D without much reason to be. Unlike the merc, he wasn't dying at an excess rate, a relic wasn't eating away at his brain. Yet his empathy stretched, coming off as aggressive.

He WANTED her to live. He WANTED the relic to be removed. He WANTED it to be that easy. He WANTED to be able to do more than just fucking sit there, twiddling his thumbs!

He stares BLANKLY at the engine for a second before shutting the hood, one hand nestled on his hip as he glances over his shoulder down the alleyway where Vik’s clinic is. He’d LIKE to ask for help, but then again he’d be humiliatingly UN-NOMAD-LIKE if he actually couldn’t manage to take care of his own damn car, so he resolves to shake his head, PULLING the car door open letting on leg hang out as he turns the ignition.

“Aight...lets give us a purr–”