[Johnny’s at least got enough decency to rein in any commentary as V pukes up his guts, even as he’s been flown the bird the whole while. Instead, he tries not to let his own stomach roll with the sound of it — which isn’t really that hard to do, when he’s got a strong repertoire of past nights exactly like this one to bolster his will against it.
Instead, he raises a hand to edge his shades a smidge higher up the bridge of his nose, his other waving dismissively in the merc’s direction.]
Yeah, yeah. Feel better now?
[Not Johnny, though he’s processing it better than V by leagues. Still, the nighttime air feels cool on his skin, slipping past his cheekbones, and with his head craned back, he closes his eyes beneath his shades. Strands of hair fall across his face haphazardly, but he’s too sloshed to care.]
You had fun. Admit it. Might feel like you were run over in the morning, but you had fun.
[He’s well aware Kerry’s got reason to want to return, too. Him and V together are motivation enough for the whole lot of them, he thinks, to fight and claw for a way back to planet Earth as they know it. Johnny, on the other hand? Well, he might have been able to take his time—what’s left for him back there, other than being lines of code working as a part of Alt’s whole, after all?—but with familiar faces here beside him, their priorities become his own by way of obligation, filling up those old crevices of selfishness he clung to once before.
Even so—]
Don’t talk like we’re not all about to juggle a hell of a lot more than we bargained for. Still gotta make a living somehow on this rock, don’t we?
[Seems like the mundane needs are going to mix with the greater priorities, inescapable as they are.]
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[Johnny’s at least got enough decency to rein in any commentary as V pukes up his guts, even as he’s been flown the bird the whole while. Instead, he tries not to let his own stomach roll with the sound of it — which isn’t really that hard to do, when he’s got a strong repertoire of past nights exactly like this one to bolster his will against it.
Instead, he raises a hand to edge his shades a smidge higher up the bridge of his nose, his other waving dismissively in the merc’s direction.]
Yeah, yeah. Feel better now?
[Not Johnny, though he’s processing it better than V by leagues. Still, the nighttime air feels cool on his skin, slipping past his cheekbones, and with his head craned back, he closes his eyes beneath his shades. Strands of hair fall across his face haphazardly, but he’s too sloshed to care.]
You had fun. Admit it. Might feel like you were run over in the morning, but you had fun.
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[He’s well aware Kerry’s got reason to want to return, too. Him and V together are motivation enough for the whole lot of them, he thinks, to fight and claw for a way back to planet Earth as they know it. Johnny, on the other hand? Well, he might have been able to take his time—what’s left for him back there, other than being lines of code working as a part of Alt’s whole, after all?—but with familiar faces here beside him, their priorities become his own by way of obligation, filling up those old crevices of selfishness he clung to once before.
Even so—]
Don’t talk like we’re not all about to juggle a hell of a lot more than we bargained for. Still gotta make a living somehow on this rock, don’t we?
[Seems like the mundane needs are going to mix with the greater priorities, inescapable as they are.]
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