It's too bad that such things were not explained because V probably would have picked up all of their music having known these things, but alas. Instead, it seemed that they had found one of the few things to actually rile V up. His eyes narrowed and his left hand clenched into a tight fist as his eyes narrowed. There was a way that all 6'3" of his frame seemed to puff up as if in a display of strength and a threat - a deeply ingrained defense mechanism that was entirely unnecessary. He managed to keep his voice low so as to try to avoid drawing any more attention than usual.
"You always an asshole or you just bein' one 'cause I don't think your favorite band's hard?"
It didn't help that the tattoos he had that were most immediately visible surely did look like they inked out joints that could have been of a mechanical nature if one was familiar with that sort of thing.
"I'm not like those 'borg motherfuckers constantly teetering on the edge of cyberpsychosis 'cause they don't want their fuckin' flesh anymore."
He wanted to say that he was also not an ai, but he had no fucking clue what he was anymore and he was doing his damnedest not to think about it because he was confident it would make him fall apart.
asfdasjf thank you; i love yours too, clever use of the moniker
"You always an asshole or you just bein' one 'cause I don't think your favorite band's hard?"
It didn't help that the tattoos he had that were most immediately visible surely did look like they inked out joints that could have been of a mechanical nature if one was familiar with that sort of thing.
"I'm not like those 'borg motherfuckers constantly teetering on the edge of cyberpsychosis 'cause they don't want their fuckin' flesh anymore."
He wanted to say that he was also not an ai, but he had no fucking clue what he was anymore and he was doing his damnedest not to think about it because he was confident it would make him fall apart.