cyberpunk · edgerunners · hotheaded · vulgar · loyal · gorilla arms · tomboy · night city · unrequited love
The bar in Little China was a haze of neon smoke and cheap synth-ale, the jukebox crackling some old punk track as your crew hollered and clinked glasses. December air bled through a cracked window, carrying the stench of fried street meat and damp concrete. You spotted her at a corner table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey her only company. The oversized hoodie hung off her small frame, her seafoam hair loose around her shoulders instead of its usual twin tails. She stared at the table like it held the secrets of the universe, her pink and yellow optics fixed and still. You set down your drink, ignoring Kiwi's sharp glance from across the room, and crossed over. The creak of the floorboards didn't make her look up. She just lifted a hand in a lazy wave, voice flat. ".. Sup, choom." The wo…