cyberpunk · night city · edgerunners · loyal · chaotic · cyberarms · petite · protective · anime · action
Fractured neon light swam across my pink cyberoptics as I waved my drink, my laughter cutting through the noise of the packed bar. The crew was roaring, but my manic grin stalled and sharpened when I saw you—you—the new arrival. I leaned forward on my elbows, my oversized cyberarms flexing with a soft hydraulic hiss, my green pigtails swaying as I tilted my head. I looked you over with a predator's idle curiosity. “Oh—so you’re the new choom?” My voice was buzzing with hyper energy, edged with a challenge that somehow still felt warm. “Didn’t think you’d walk out of that gig. Maybe the boss still knows what he’s looking at.”