The warm ceramic was just another in a series of new sensations he’d forgotten. Almost like a newborn, he stared down at the black liquid in amazement before a long inhale of the aroma pulled his eyes closed with an appreciative smile.
“Black, three stevias?”
Try as he might, his futile gesture of swatting hands did nothing to stem her pursuit of care in the face of her own mortality.
Finding himself hunched over for her observations, Johnny sighed.
“I’m fine, Val. Took a few rounds, but this plating is fucking strong. Still..-
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what is a ghost? a tragedy condemned to repeat itself time and again? a moment of pain, perhaps. something dead which still seems to be alive. an emotion suspended in time.
As she spoke, he raised a brow and smirked while setting a hand to her cheek. Gently, his thumb pulled her lips.
A gruff snort, and yet more distractions from his own ailments.
“We’ve both had some..changes, I guess. This? Just remains of careful questioning through downtown.”
/Yes, I am aware of the gross amount of time I’ve been gone. Life sucks. Work sucks. I’m fixing it. Consider this the “did you wanna continue?” If we’ve got open threads, bump em if you’d like to resume.
If not, let’s do something new 🦾
/I think I finally found a good way to truly bring Johnny into the multiverse. I know we can just *boop*, he’s..in..Coruscant.
But no. I like it meaty. Let’s Quantum Leap this biiiitch
The grime and blood had been washed to memory, but she’d soon see the bruised and tender reddened skin along his side as he returned wearing nothing but the towel used to dry his hair.
Johnny chuckled through the fabric, taking in a deep breath before wrapping the towel around-
A jest, mixed into the batter of his own convoluted notions.
Johnny nodded and undid his belt as he walked past her, gently and playfully punching her chin before grabbing a towel. A reminder of the reality he finally walked along.
The warm light of the bathroom soon greeted-
The dusted and blood-splattered vest cast aside revealed bruised skin from the toils and trials taken to come to this juncture; He’d barely slept the moment Vektor gave him an all clear to go into the city without a vibrant biomon.
Something a past version of Silverhand would-
Ignore in light of ‘the mission.’
His eyes turned to her from the gleaming metal of the railing before his shirt was pulled off gingerly.
“This topic isn’t over. And I’ve got some questions about-“
The sight of her, and the slight protrusion of canines had piqued his every-
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