[ He didn't quite stifle a chuckle at the admittance that it was the first rest the other had in a while - V could relate, though he wouldn't say as much out loud. Such a fate was common where V was from.
He was restless in this bed. Fully clothed in all the shit Johnny'd stormed the tower in - the man was polite enough to keep him dressed in his favorite clothes but it was hardly comfortable in bed. He shifted uncomfortably and started to move, but stopped at the question. It earned Billy a look of extreme confusion. ]
No, it's cyberw--
[ It was a nervous tick he had, picking at the synthskin around the metal bits of his mantis blades. He had tried to do it now but found that instead of the usual unyielding metal it was, in fact, skin. He looked down at his arms and found black tattoo lines instead of the chrome he'd grown so accustomed to. He blinked as he looked over his arms, then looked at the palm of his right hand - it was all just a series of tattoos.
It was very clear that this wasn't the answer he expected to give. He rubbed at the shitty heart tattoo on his right forearm instead as he perched himself at the foot of his bed. ]
Yeah, guess they are.
[ Was this just a really awful dream he was having? He was carefully compartmentalizing all of this just to keep a cool head but he knew he was going to be a complete mess once he found the opportunity to be alone. He could almost feel the panic trying to crawl up the back of his throat. ]
Could recommend a guy but I got a feelin' we're far from home.
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He was restless in this bed. Fully clothed in all the shit Johnny'd stormed the tower in - the man was polite enough to keep him dressed in his favorite clothes but it was hardly comfortable in bed. He shifted uncomfortably and started to move, but stopped at the question. It earned Billy a look of extreme confusion. ]
No, it's cyberw--
[ It was a nervous tick he had, picking at the synthskin around the metal bits of his mantis blades. He had tried to do it now but found that instead of the usual unyielding metal it was, in fact, skin. He looked down at his arms and found black tattoo lines instead of the chrome he'd grown so accustomed to. He blinked as he looked over his arms, then looked at the palm of his right hand - it was all just a series of tattoos.
It was very clear that this wasn't the answer he expected to give. He rubbed at the shitty heart tattoo on his right forearm instead as he perched himself at the foot of his bed. ]
Yeah, guess they are.
[ Was this just a really awful dream he was having? He was carefully compartmentalizing all of this just to keep a cool head but he knew he was going to be a complete mess once he found the opportunity to be alone. He could almost feel the panic trying to crawl up the back of his throat. ]
Could recommend a guy but I got a feelin' we're far from home.