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Gizmo followed silently through all the fancy as drek little security measures that would no doubt make his life hell for the next week. When she led him in, his eyebrows raised slowly and steadily as he took it all in. This was a lot of fragging Nuyen she's using to live fancy, but she's a Face-sorta-thing, so that's probably understandable.
What really took him by surprise, was the coffee.
Actual, honest to Ghost coffee.
At that point, he couldn't raise his eyebrows further, even if he wanted to.
He was a bit too taken back to really respond, nodding dumbly as she went about her business. Leaving him in charge of the coffee....
When should you pour yourself a cup? He didn't know the first thing about coffee brewing. All his soykaf came from fragging soluble powder, now this slitch expects him to know what the hell to do with this?
All the while she changed, he looked at the coffee pot like it was an alien creature, his face deep in frown as he tried to figure out how long you had to boil the stuff to get the soykaf out.
Eventually he just figured that it would be ready, and if it wasn't, she'd make a new one.
He stuck to the soy milk, though. Who the frag drinks milk that comes from cow tits?
When she came back, he didn't really have time to ask her.
His eyebrows went back to fully raised as he absorbed the instant change of the mood she gives off. He gave her a once over.... then another... then yet another as he tried to figure out how she so seamlessly switches modes
"You look.... pretty fragging hot, if I'm gonna be honest." He stated bluntly, shaking his head as he tried to think "The plan's simple so far: We make it. We go out and we gather as much data as we can that's relavent to the run, then we make a decision from there."
What really took him by surprise, was the coffee.
Actual, honest to Ghost coffee.
At that point, he couldn't raise his eyebrows further, even if he wanted to.
He was a bit too taken back to really respond, nodding dumbly as she went about her business. Leaving him in charge of the coffee....
When should you pour yourself a cup? He didn't know the first thing about coffee brewing. All his soykaf came from fragging soluble powder, now this slitch expects him to know what the hell to do with this?
All the while she changed, he looked at the coffee pot like it was an alien creature, his face deep in frown as he tried to figure out how long you had to boil the stuff to get the soykaf out.
Eventually he just figured that it would be ready, and if it wasn't, she'd make a new one.
He stuck to the soy milk, though. Who the frag drinks milk that comes from cow tits?
When she came back, he didn't really have time to ask her.
His eyebrows went back to fully raised as he absorbed the instant change of the mood she gives off. He gave her a once over.... then another... then yet another as he tried to figure out how she so seamlessly switches modes
"You look.... pretty fragging hot, if I'm gonna be honest." He stated bluntly, shaking his head as he tried to think "The plan's simple so far: We make it. We go out and we gather as much data as we can that's relavent to the run, then we make a decision from there."