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The cyborg turned slightly, giving his "partner-in-crime" a look as she took his Colt 45 and spoke. He grinned at her, momentarily fending of a salesmaen via a swift one-fingered salute. It sent the guy packing and left the two relatively to their own devices. ******** people. First night in the goddamned City of Doors and the vast majority of the locals annoyed the crap out of him. If they weren't selling a potion that made him smarter but smelled like piss then they were trying to hire him to kill some random drunk the would-be employer had a falling out with. None of that was important though. Must pay attention. Take inventory. Hang out with Sokoya. Act like a tourist. Finally, eyes truly fixed on Soak, knowing that it wasn't difficult to look away, but realizing that the bone mistress was nice to look at when she actually tried...and wasn't covered in blood. Edward considered her question.
"Not sure.." He replied, right hand reaching into his hoodie and searching. His hand grazed over his P226, then his back-up Saturday Night Special under the first firearm, and then the jack pot. He found his camera in the inner-lining of his zip-up hoodie. Furtively, using the loud noises caused by the crowd around them, Edward turned the camera on. All the while, he kept a rather thoughtful look on his face.
"SMILE!" Instantly, Ed reached over Sokoya's shoulder with his prosthetic left, attempting to bring the girl much closer to the cyberpunk. Simultaneously, the right came out armed with a digital camera, pointed straight at them and....FLASH!
The best picture ever happened. The epicness or lack thereof entirely based on how surprised she was. Or if she spilled the Colt 45 on the floor. Yeah.
The punk turned the camera around and brought it in closer to see the final product. "I have no preferences. How about you?"
Edward's gaze found it's way to Sokoya, eyeing her over however it was that he did that. Glacing at her through those ******** hipster glasses of his. She'd smile right back at him, her expression something close to pleasant. To be honest, it was about as much as one could ask for from the woman. It was about this time that he started fumbling around in his clothes. The idea that perhaps her cyborg pal was giving himself a quicky ran through her mind, causing the porcelain skinned fighter to grin wider.
Were those teeth, or fangs anyway?
Then, out of bloody nowhere, her teammate would erupt into action. "Action," he would shout as he snagged her and brought her close. Blood red eyes widened in surprise, her mouth agape to say some foul curse, and her right hand was being brought up as a fist. No doubt aimed to clock the man in the jaw as some sort of instinct. Yeah, you could say it was something of an interesting picture. Certainly not one that was at all flattering for her.
The blow wouldn't land, of course. The flash from the camera momentarily blinding the poor girl and causing her impromptu swing to falter, then stop. "The hell?" She'd ask, finally noticing the camera in Edward's outstretched hand. "You could have at at least gotten my good side." Sokoya would finally add, with a little indignation. Then, trout pout.