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Kirchhoff; DM>Raul: relax, choom. it didn't look like any of those mass contagion programs or anything like that. that said, tho, I don't know wtf he was up to or where he was, his memory log is scrambled for nearly two hours... maybe do a tox screen anyway, who knows what happened during that...

As written by @TheZanta and @Machina Somnium Still rubbing the center of her forehead which was distinctly developing a minor bump from where she hit it, Kirchhoff followed Bunny to the couch. "I think I'm good on booze for the rest of the night. Mamma always told me it's never a good idea to...

Kirchhoff scoffed dismissively, as if Bunny's negative reaction to the beverage was an affront to her decency. "Oh, it's pre-Biotechnica diesel fuel, clearly. Can't you discerm the taste?" She joked, still clumsily flubbing her words. "It's mezcal, and it's a damn good'un, I'll tell ya, courtesy...

Bunny's confusion prompted even further concern from Kirch, and she watched as he retreated to the bathroom to inspect his wounds. Though her brain may have been clouded by the uncertain number of glasses of mezcal that she had, she was still well aware that something was rotten in the state of...

Upon Bunny's return, he would be greeted by the consequences of leaving three mercs alone with an illicit bottle of mezcal and some free time. The consequence that just flew past Bunny's head, in particular, was of a Norwegian techie who had claimed some real estate on the kitchen island...

Kirchhoff: pff, do i have the unit covered with a data fortress yet, who do u thikn i am? the data walls are so thicc, silverhand is trying to get in itss pants Kirchhoff: i mayy stll be a lil drunk... watever. wraiths won't even know what hit em when we get in there

Kirchhoff: nomads, mor e like no bitchess lmao

Mitch barely even waited for Abel to finish explaining himself before he found himself bounding over to his car, his surprise being washed over with a feeling of glee. "You've no idea how long I've been waiting for this," Mitch said with a renewed excitement in his voice. He tossed his bag and...

Now that Mitch had made his way out of the neighborhood that had once been his home, he felt a wash of uncertainty fall over him. On the outer end of the street leading into the town of Juniper Hollow, he turned to give one final regard to the neighborhood. It didn't matter how mixed the...

Mitch squeezed Abel's hands back, his grip tight and unrelenting. He would be crying, but instead he just felt cold, and... For some reason, he felt ashamed of himself; like this was a personal failure, an attempt that just didn't land. He turned to see if he could spot Ishade through the...

Mitch could feel the time pass, and yet he couldn't build up the courage to let go. What could he say? What could he do? Abel's grip around him was firm, almost suffocating, but Mitch didn't mind that. He just sat in that moment, drinking it in before inevitably having to let it go. He let his...

Mitch squashed out his own cigarette before reciprocating the hug, sort of stumbling into Abel's arms and resting his chin on Abel's shoulder. It was obvious that he was still holding back. Whether he was holding back affection or tears, he wasn't really sure. Regardless, he wrapped his arms...

Mitch opened his mouth as if to try to give some words of comfort, or just anything. Instead, another cigarette appeared in his own mouth. His lips closed down around it and he lit Abel's cigarette with the Zippo before lighting his own. He took a long drag from it, to the point where it started...

The turbulence and discomfort never truly faded during Mitch's time at the boarding house, despite his efforts to attempt to quell the emotions and treat the burnout. It had been a once regularly maintained, trimmed, and bountiful garden that gave way to overgrowth, invasive weeds, and neglect...

Mitch watched Ishade turn and leave for his bedroom, breathing a sigh of relief. When it got down to brass tacks, Mitch still believed Ishade was a good friend, even despite his attitude having soured over time. After shaking off his nerves, Mitch looked back to Ikanov with a shy smile, most...

Mitch froze in that moment, as if he were a child caught by his mother breaking a vase. His shoulders stiffened and his eyes widened, but eventually he turned to face Ishade, instinctively taking one step away to put a little space between himself and Abel. Come on, sober up. Now's not the time...

It was a sight that was unusual despite how long Mitch knew Abel, but that didn't change the way he saw him. He still looked upon the blonde with an intimate wonder and appreciation. Mitch stumbled as Abel practically attacked him, and when he pulled away, he giggled, fixing his hair which had...

Mitch felt relatively satisfied that this had gone as smoothly as he'd hoped, especially considering under the façade was an absolute nervous wreck. His heart was doing backflips the whole time, funnily enough in synergy with Abel. Mitch closed his eyes and wrapped his arms gingerly around...

Despite the caution exhibited by the others, Kirchhoff appeared rather blasé. As the door to the apartment opened, she triggered her Kiroshis to take a cursory scan of the unit, unsurprisingly finding nothing remarkable. Her tech workstation and netrunning suite sat in a heap next to her...

Though she was effectively looking straight past the woman, Kirchhoff noticed she was staring straight at her. She crossed her hands behind her back. Was this some attempt to size her up, make her feel sorry? It wasn't really working. She hummed absent-mindedly as the floozy skittered away...