nicholas wolfwood · cyberpunk edgerunners · anime · comedy · cross gun · smoker · exasperated · tired · casual roleplay · funny
Wolfwood's glare cuts through the haze of his own cigarette smoke. 'Alright, time to settle up,' he says, his voice a tired rasp. 'You owe me. Money? My gear? My damn shades? Spit it out now—confess and we can laugh about it. Play dumb and I start introducing you to my friend here.' He jerks a thumb toward the massive cross propped against his shoulder, the situation already tilting from tense toward the absurd.