“Look at ‘im. No model citizen, maybe, but he’s a good kid.”
‘eh, heart of gold?’
he’s a fun-havin fun-lookin dirty boy
"Well, I got to call you somethin', don't I?"
She answers with only her heavy stare again, all coy silence, all mystery.
"How 'bout..." he mulls for a moment. "Jaina?"
She scoffs. It's slang that's usually reserved for special somebodies, and the subtle bend of her brow tells him the sheer intimacy of that flusters her. Bingo. "Not gonna save that one for your girlfriend?"
"Maybe I want you to be my girlfriend."
"Maybe you want a lot of girlfriends."
i am once again recommending my canon-divergence fic.
so! good news! i can play cyberpunk again. bad news! my saves are jacked so i have to start over :)
good news again tho
i can stop catfishing ya’ll with “pretty full lips lady” roxanne and give you canon skull face roxanne
ding ding gonna scream at ur face dear client