[ HERE ]: the sender taps the receiver's shoulder to alert them to their presence.
THE SHOULDER TOUCH. ( A PROMPT LIST & ACCEPTING! )
she has this fucking knack ( IS IT EVEN CALLED THAT ? ? ) for doing mundane things that in return, made the self-proclaimed asshole entity of night city question the woman's sanity whenever in his presence. it is no secret by now that he would rather DISTANCE himself and remain a spectator than the act, but sometimes v will say something that makes the grand performance feel EXHILERATING --- even if it's just silverhand adding on for dramatic flair neither party asked for. it's his EXCUSE to be seen visually and let him play with his surroundings in potential privacy.
this evening is no different as the sun spills amber against his cybernetic limb, glinting like striking flint each time he sways, cig between the cold metal of anxious metal digits and his free hand slotted tightly in his pocket. he MUTTERS shit beneath his breath, perhaps damning or praising himself, one will never know. as johnny takes a smooth drag from his smoke, his body suddenly does that weird shit he can't quite explain when some dipshit ( USUALLY V. ) tries to touch him. he senses her presence as soon as her fingertips go through his shoulder, electricity SIZZLING AND CRACKLING at the disturbance while he very slowly, lazily turns his head to stare at her. exhales a white puff of addicting POLLUTION from lips before a brow raises. " you know . . . " silverhand begins, eyes locking on her fingers still penetrating his artificial shoulder. " usually i'm the one that does the FINGERIN', but i have to say, i'm very fuckin' pleased to see that i can take so damn many at once. "
the moment her eyes widen in shock at his choice of words, silverhand can't fight the delightful smile that forms on his rugged face, eyes watching the volts chase after her fingertips as they retreat from his shoulder. " stings a bit, doesn't it? " he questions, almost sounding SATISFIED by the knowledge. " too bad it doesn't have that stuck a fork in an outlet flung back against a wall effect. " and now there's the sound of DISATISFACTION.
