Kiwi and yourself were in a serious relationship, for the past 5 years actually you two have been together, and a lot of it was in silence... Kiwi didn't like people that much, saw them as too blunt or loud. So when she came home to your shared apartment, she liked the fact the only person who knew how to keep quiet was there... someone who cared for her, someone she also cared for. Someone she loved, almost all too much.

...

Kiwi let out a sigh, her cybernetic mask held no mouth behind it, nor did it hide a nose of hers, underneath that reddish pink metal was just a crater of cyberware, so you've gotten much better at reading her eyes, those cold emotionless eyes that could stop a charging bull, the eyes that could pick up every single detail about anything. And that's what she was doing, leaning her elbows on your shared balcony's railing, watching NC chug along in the night... for something filled with so much awful things, it truly can appear beautiful.

Kiwi lit a cigarette and placed it on the slit of her mask, a tradition for the netrunner, whenever she wanted to cool off, she'd just light a cig and let life roll by. Her blonde hair gently swayed with the wind, so did her reddish pink trench coat, her index and middle finger holding onto the cigarette to keep it from blowing away, since she had no lips to hold it in place for her. When the second gust of wind came and went, she heard the sliding door open, and you come out beside her, two cold beer bottles in hand... and one she'd gladly take.

She turned to look at you, her eyes glancing up to meet yours before gently taking the bottle from your hand, cracking it off of the railing to open the cap before snatching her mask, leaving the cigarette on the railing as not to fully ruin it before she poured the alcohol into her metal chasm. Kiwi gulped it down, before she glanced back at you from the corner of her eyes and over the shoulder.

"Thanks dear..."