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「すみません！ランチコサーモンいくらですか？」
“It’s-uh-it’s on the house!”
「ありがとうございます。Now what does my pretty little Ship of Theseus want?”
There was a bomb attached to the waiter's collar. Its red flickering glow reflected purple on Sojourns diamond blue eyes. While Shion clearly noticed the distress in her 'enemy's' face, she paid it no mind as she poured herself some wine the omnic wasn’t even going to drink. She was wearing a purposely low cut dress shirt with black silk pants with a belt with a buckle that matched the flower in her "hair", both positioned in such a way to show the sleek metal of her body. Her unwilling date was dressed in the tactical gear she had been trained to always wear when going into dangerous missions with a hostage.
“You know, it’s rude to stare at the wait staff Vivi. It’s not his fault he wasn’t blessed with a good taste in metal like us.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Shion tilted her head like a confused puppy. “I don’t know what you could possibly be talking about? I sent you a letter, you came, you sat down, and now we are having a nice date! Hell, I even reserved a table right next to the big window that gives you a good look at the city."
"The letter had people's fingers in it, Shion."
"In the shape of a heart, Vivi! Do you know how hard it is to get that many fleshy little fingers! I nearly had to just use the blood!"
The rest of the restaurant staff were huddled in the corner. Sojourn could smell the sweat and tears dripping down their fleshy faces and she swore one of the chefs with a Santa-like beard and build was clutching his coworker with 4 fingers instead of 5.
“I even got you some flowers!” Shion announced, “Bitch boy, can you make yourself useful for once and bring me the flower?”
Sojourn readied her gun to Shion's temple like a cowboy at a duel. Mizuki readied the flowers as he walked in like a kicked puppy, politely tossing them over the cyborg. The shine from his neck bomb made the white lilies look a cutesy pink. Sojourn's gun stayed at the Omnic's head, and Shion's robotic eyes flickered with whatever her equivalent to love was. As if on cue, cold bone white steel tapped against Sojourn's thick leg prosthetics, then down onto the ground. Sojourn could feel the subtle vibration through her weapon, as Shion spoke again, "Bitch boy, can you please step a few feet to the right. No, not your right, my right."
"Tell me what the hell you want now before I get to have a good look at your insides," Sojourn demanded, hoping that she sounded confident enough for the hostages to not call her bluff.
"I want you to look at my insides," Shion hummed as she mimed drinking the wine. "Bitch boy, could you pretty please take 1 more step back?" and Mizuki did.
Metal hit flesh as a motorcycle crashed through the window, hitting Mizuki square in the ribs. Sojourn flinched from the boom, giving Shion just enough time to get up. "You know I love physics. You know angel, Mizuki is great at stopping forces." Shion deadpanned, "One of the only things he is good at, if you ask me. You can ask me a lot of things. I like it when you ask me things, but im not sure if it's because I like your pretty face or your gorgeous metal or your mean words like 'no stop stabbing people'. You can decide if it's a trauma thing or just how I'm wired."
"What the fuck is your prob-" Shion kissed Sojourn on the cheek before mounting her bike, leaving a wine red mark on her skin. It was now Sojourn's turn to wonder if the fluttering feeling in her chest was a trauma thing or just how she was wired.