[ Their similarities began with them both having died before arriving here. V liked to tell himself that he gave himself up so that Johnny could have a second chance - it had nothing to do with the exhaustion of years working their hardest to grind him down. Perhaps this was why he hesitated to stir.
He was supposed to dissolve in the digital sea that the netrunner formally known as Alt was but he was waking up in some shitty motel instead. This place was dated, sure, but this bed he was wrapped up in was the nicest he'd ever been in, and the place didn't smell of booze, and drugs, and sex. He was comfortable and he felt like he'd actually slept for once. Maybe this was the second reason he didn't wish to wake up.
He stiffened at the voice of a stranger behind him but made it a point to act relaxed as he sat up and looked at his roommate. V was examining him, taking stock of if he seemed to be a threat or not. ]
blood offering
He was supposed to dissolve in the digital sea that the netrunner formally known as Alt was but he was waking up in some shitty motel instead. This place was dated, sure, but this bed he was wrapped up in was the nicest he'd ever been in, and the place didn't smell of booze, and drugs, and sex. He was comfortable and he felt like he'd actually slept for once. Maybe this was the second reason he didn't wish to wake up.
He stiffened at the voice of a stranger behind him but made it a point to act relaxed as he sat up and looked at his roommate. V was examining him, taking stock of if he seemed to be a threat or not. ]
'Pparently a good night's rest. You?