⠀ ⠀ 𝓘. ( SIC’. ‘EM ; ;

don’t get so snappy with me.  [a sigh, cigarette smoke curls around him like the iron fist of the megacorporations’ had on the world. jun flicks the cigarette towards the tray, crushing it with his thumb and flashes his signature, sly smile,]  y’know biz. and how the game aalllll works. zero some guy for me, you get paid well. i’m thinkin’.. well, i dunno. fifty thousand eddies? that good? or is that toooo low.. hm. that or i’ll just pay you if you did the job well.  [a sharp exhale of cigarette smoke,]  this one’s just been a real pain in my ass lately. y’know corpos. 

business never stops,   @flat7ined—you of all people would know,  wouldn’t you.  [ PAUSE,. ]  what are you offering.

—unless you’re not in the business anymore. if so, that’s just a shame.

@everyletterisent  ;  UR SUCH A BUM!

@aenerqy  ;  OMGGGG HEYYYY blushes

*     up your booty and around da corner

https://tinyurl.com/inori-kojima

01.  ──── ⠀地獄の猟犬 ⠀  ◜ １０
            INORI KOJIMA.  ex—arasaka ninja., an
            original cyberpunk 2077 character;  ▍
            ‘25    ▍created and loved by @ren6rs 

@flat7ined fireball

fireball

@flat7ined fireball

\ Yes please! /
            

(   @Soul-Killed  ;  THE FEELING IS MUTAL!!!!!   Mind if I drop :3

@7S2LIVE 
            
            / spare him some mercy i beg…

(     @taskdemo ; he only became happy in the recent years in his lore…….

@7S2LIVE 
            
            / imagine letting your own characters be happy…

❪ID❫ ⸺  ILYA:      @7S2LIVE  ⌖      ⤷      j.p         ❛͟ ❛͟      COUPLE HOURS?   AND THE GAS⸻?  KONNI?    DON’T TELL ME THEY GOT AWAY,  WE’RE LOSING TIME ‘N RESOURCES.   WHOLE THING IS DRIVING ME UP THE WALL,  ILYA.   NEED A CIGAR.     […]     WHERE ARE WE HEADIN’ NOW?   I’VE HAD MY REST,  BUT I’M BACK.          ❜͟ ❜͟         it’s a public affair.    the captain and lieutenant are tucked away in a secluded corner,   one by one the task force realizes john’s sudden awakening.    ilya’s words never fall deaf on john’s ears,  perhaps he’s on auto—pilot.   the mind of a captain settles in,   the mission.   being a dotting husband feels very   (far,   far,  away.)    mentally,  he’s there.   a bit clouded,  but alert.   physically?   his body feels sluggish.   delayed.   hues remained slightly unfocused,   hazy with the remnants of sleep and fatigue.     his shoulders twitch and flinch at the feeling of ilya’s palms against his weighted gear.    he wants to apologize for the scare,   but john knows it wouldn’t be the last.   

‘@BRAVO6D’
            ▇▇▇, ▇▇▇▇
            lt. ilya ‘kid’ svechnikov
            
                 Calloused hands— worn down from years of work— rub gentle circles on his lovers leg.  There’s an indescribable feeling lingering in his chest,  a pot melting them all into a jumbled mess.  He cannot deny the way his hand begins to shake,  remembering how it felt having to watch his beloved run towards danger.  The consequences of a giant heart and the call to action— always running towards danger to protect others.  Others call it heroic,  worthy of a medal but Ilya calls it (plain fucking stupidity).
            
            Rather than start an argument,  Ilya lets it simmer below his heated skin,  instead;  he bites his tongue and gives a soft smile to comfort John. “You were out for a bit— maybe a couple hours or so— we’re all glad you’re awake though.”  With a sigh,  shaky hands grab his husband,  careful to not jostle him too much. “[You scared us— me.  I am not ready to lose you as well so please,  don’t do that ever again].”

How long was I out?   The gas?

❪ID❫ ⸺  ILYA:      @7S2LIVE  ⌖      ⤷      j.p         ❛͟ ❛͟      THE LAST TIME I BOUGHT FLOWERS   […]    I THINK IT WAS FOR FARAH,   OTHER THAN THAT?    I ONLY GOT THEM WHEN SOMEONE PASSED.   MAYBE IT’S TIME TO CHANGE THAT TRADITION.          ❜͟ ❜͟         a snort escapes the captain,  it’s a somber joke made on ilya’s end.  he could already the sound of eloise’s laughter echoing out in the back of his mind.  something similar to a warm summer day.     john remains by ilya’s side,     his firm hand lingers on the small of ilya’s back.      there’s a massive display of flowers,   it’s hard to select the   “perfect”   bouquet for eloise.    something that reflected who she was a person    [   …   ]    the  color purple was standing out to john.   but the lieutenant would select the first round of flowers.

‘@specgru’
            ▇▇▇, ▇▇▇▇
            lt. ilya ‘kid’ svechnikov
            
                 The smell of the various potted flowers is overwhelming to his senses;  it’s different from the gunpowder,  burnt,  and metallic smell he was so used to.  It’s a welcome change,  an idea for what could be a better life if he tried.  Ilya’s eyes scan the rows of flowers,  looking for peonies.  “I haven’t bought flowers for anyone in so long.  [I feel as if she would be disappointed,  “not even for someone you love?  That isn’t me?]”.  It feels like a sin to make a joke about a deceased person,  and as on cue,  he makes the sign of a cross on his inner wrist.  Forgive him,  Lottie.  He could not resist.

She’d like the peonies,  I heard Macmillan talking about them one day.