"Ashu," V repeats, testing the name out on his tongue and shifting his arm just far enough from his side to accommodate the hand. The swell of muscle over his frame betrays how physical his day to day usually is, something that's been part of the fabric of his life since he was a kid. Nomad life isn't about stagnation or staying still.
"I'm V," he offers without request, optics flicking to the food on offer and his mouth watering in response. Thing with real meat is it's still unfamiliar to his palette, mostly. It's as unfamiliar to his stomach, but he's got enough cyberware beneath his skin that any gripes at the unfamiliar proteins aren't something he has to deal with.
He doesn't so much wander as lets his nose guide him, stopping in front of a stall that boasts wings hot enough to 'blow your heads off'. Plural. He snorts as the meaning fully lands.
Whatever the reception might have been before the city-issued money pass, the vendor doesn't immediately turn away two obvious Submissives looking over the food on offer.
"Gonna try this. Spicy's the kinda fun 'm here for."
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"I'm V," he offers without request, optics flicking to the food on offer and his mouth watering in response. Thing with real meat is it's still unfamiliar to his palette, mostly. It's as unfamiliar to his stomach, but he's got enough cyberware beneath his skin that any gripes at the unfamiliar proteins aren't something he has to deal with.
He doesn't so much wander as lets his nose guide him, stopping in front of a stall that boasts wings hot enough to 'blow your heads off'. Plural. He snorts as the meaning fully lands.
Whatever the reception might have been before the city-issued money pass, the vendor doesn't immediately turn away two obvious Submissives looking over the food on offer.
"Gonna try this. Spicy's the kinda fun 'm here for."