— sort of honor; though he once again turned, looking past her again. Brows furrowing for a moment, agitation flooding his eyes before he turns away like he was attempting to ignore something.

His attention turns to the city; then back to the waterfront, lips pursing in thought. For once, he couldn’t think of a clever remark or argument. “Fine, fine. Least lemme see you get home safe, okay?” Chivalry in the city of broken dreams. At least he had some —

Awright, you got me. Wasn’t ‘zactly peepin’ your duds. ( optics roll, a sheepish grin forming. ) ‘sides, arms like yours? Don’t scream delivery driver.

Nah, don’t owe me a thing. ( he pauses for a moment, hand beckoning her to follow. ) Transport? You a Nomad workin’ transport gigs? Nova.

Dropping this until I remake my pinned.

🕷: Half an hour later I find the disc.

🕷: Cannot find my physical disc for cyberpunk and I am in shambles.

— worse than he already did, though he’s just lucky the relic hasn’t hit him yet. Shifting to lean against the railing once more, he sighs out. “City o’ dreams, right? I’ll find a solution here somewhere for better or worse. . . Thanks though.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea, ‘cept I’ve got a hard head.” Letting out a soft laugh; the male he raises a hand, fingers gently scratching at his jaw. “Nah, I’ll figure somethin’ out.” He’d rather avoid piling his problems on her; it’d make him feel —

Last couple o’ times, had the same thing happen. Choom’s out here feelin’ generous toward a gonk like me. Gotta pay it forward.

Nova, not too far from here. C’mon.

— like he’s particularly upset by it. “Nah—, just means more sleepless nights for me.”

He’s quiet. Simply just standing there, stunned and wordless. Yet the male nods against her hand, a sarcastic remark finally escaping. “. . . Less you got a miracle doc’ in your contacts?” He lets out a soft chuckle; not quite minding the attention, it’s not —

Pleasures all mine, Omi. Ready to head out?

Absolutely. ( his hand meets hers, offering a firm handshake. Though he wouldn’t mind coffee afterwards. ) Name’s V by the way.

Sounds like a deal. Lucky for you, I agree. Caliente does have the best coffee in the city. Better than Buck-A-Slice’s oil in a cup.

. . . Tell y’what. If y’ don’t like Tom’s? You choose. Don’t wanna force ya’ into a fancy ‘fit.