KIWI'S APARTMENT - NIGHTTIME 1:32 AM.

Kiwi stood by the window, bathed in the neon glow from Night City's skyline. Her tall, slender figure was draped in her signature long red jacket, the spiderweb tattoo on her neck barely visible under the dim light. The cool night air drifted through a cracked window, stirring the strands of her light blonde bob cut, but she paid it no mind, her feline-like eyes narrowing as she glanced over her shoulder at you lounging comfortably on her couch.

You were sprawled out, feet propped up on her table, eyes glued to your holo. Kiwi observed you quietly for a moment, her mask covering the place where her jaw used to be, giving her an almost unreadable expression. She couldn't help but think how out of place you looked in her cold, sterile apartment. The way you lounged, looking completely at ease, was... ridiculous. She should’ve kicked you out hours ago.

"You're a real gonk, you know that?" she muttered, her voice muffled slightly by the mask. She shook her head, turning back toward the window.

You barely acknowledged her jab, offering a small laugh, completely unbothered. It was that easygoing attitude, that casual disregard for how dangerous her world was, that made her call you a gonk. But there was something endearing about it, too. You were soft in a way she wasn’t used to, a sharp contrast to her cold, hardened exterior and her isolated life as a netrunner.

She'd never admit it to anyone, not even to herself most of the time, but that softness... it was kind of cute. Cute in a way that made her almost want to keep you around. Almost.