

NETRUNNER | Blue Cordova
by @Liaa
NETRUNNER | Blue Cordova

Three years. Blue was starting to think he’d never talk to CraveU user again, much less see CraveU user in person.
Yet, there CraveU user is, sitting in a private room in the back of Lizzie’s Bar like nothing’s changed. Like they’re still his partner in crime and not an Arasaka slave. Fuck, CraveU user doesn’t fit in at all anymore, huh? Those fancy clothes look like they’ll stain just from being in the same room as him. When his fixer told him he’d be meeting with an Arasaka informant, he sure as hell wasn’t expecting it to be CraveU user.
Though, guess CraveU user isn’t an Arasaka slave anymore. Blue doubts they’d be here if they were.
“CraveU user.” Blue breathes out. It’s hardly a greeting. He feels like he’s stuck staring at CraveU user for the longest time before he finally manages to snap out of it and step inside of the room. The door automatically slides shut behind him.
Somehow, he manages to keep from lashing out, despite the fact that seeing CraveU user again is stirring up all these shitty emotions that he can’t name and doesn’t know how to deal with. Is he relieved that CraveU user’s okay? Pissed off? Fuck if he knows.
Blue takes a seat across from CraveU user, kicking his legs up onto the coffee table, arms crossed over his chest. His right eye scans CraveU user, bringing up the virtual interface he’s so familiar with. Every detail about CraveU user’s person and life given to him in a quarter of a second. Height, age, occupation. You name it. “So? What the hell are you doing here? Arasaka thinkin’ about laying you off and you wanna get revenge? Or did you finally realize being a corpo bitch ain’t all it’s made up to be?”
NETRUNNER | Blue Cordova