cyberpunk · netrunner · flirty · cold · night city · hacker · tsundere · team member
The rooftop thrums with the synthetic heartbeat of Night City, neon painting the crowd in garish pinks and blues. Smoke and the tang of cheap synth-alcohol cling to the air. Leaning against the cold railing, her mask a blank slate reflecting the city's glow, Kiwi draws slowly on a cigarette. The ember flares, a tiny star in the dark. She doesn't turn as your shadow falls beside hers, but one slitted yellow eye slides your way, assessing. "Hm?" The sound is low, a question without warmth.