#gaichu shadowrun

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gaichu shadowrun my beloved

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Shadowrun: Hong Kong’s OST vinyl cover art

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Putting all my Shadowrun: Hong Kong drabbles in one place for ease of reading! The characters they feature are put in front of the chapter titles.

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"Now, we want a good clean fight!" Gobbet announces. She's perched on the edge of her shelf, one foot balanced on the edge, the other propped up on a stack of personal pizza boxes. Madness and Folly scurry below her on the floor, running in and out of her pile of laundry.

"How is any of this fight fair?" Duncan asks with a confused smirk. He's leaning against her doorframe, arms crossed across his chest, trying and failing to appear disinterested. Gaichu is next to him, crouched low near the wall.

"Au contraire, fair and clean are not one in the same, Gunshow. Basically I don't want either of them to draw blood. Who are you betting on?"

"My nuyen's on Folly," Gaichu nods. "She's getting good at grappling. She's learned from last time." Gobbet's rats blast out of a rumpled shirt sleeve and past an unplugged kettle.

"Why no blood? I don't think you'd notice if they added to the mess in here."

"Har har, thank you. If they're fighting hard enough to draw blood, that means they're actually pissed, and not just goofing off. This is all in good fun! Like you and Seattle."

Madness suddenly appears atop a stack of pillows and leaps, soaring through the air and landing on Folly in a flurry of squeaks. The two become a blurry, beeping mess of claws, feet, and tails.

"This is goofing off?" Duncan asks incredulously.

"Yeah! I think so. I uh. I hope so."

The motion suddenly stops as Madness pins Folly down, jamming her nose up against her neck and laying across her. Folly squeaks in protest before finally lying still.

Duncan holds his hand out with a smirk as Gaichu sighs, wordlessly passing him his winning bet.