[ What the fuck is going on with his emotions? It's all the manic depression of teenagerdom with the spiraling of young adulthood. Unsightly. Ridiculous.
As Vincent paces around his ship, zipping up his bright orange utility jumpsuit, he wishes he had an actual cigarette. Nicotine would calm him the fuck down. Throwing himself into Arasaka Tower, one against hundreds? Who gives a shit.
But talking to Johnny about whatever this is? Sends his whole body into a shake. ]
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[ What the fuck is going on with his emotions? It's all the manic depression of teenagerdom with the spiraling of young adulthood. Unsightly. Ridiculous.
As Vincent paces around his ship, zipping up his bright orange utility jumpsuit, he wishes he had an actual cigarette. Nicotine would calm him the fuck down. Throwing himself into Arasaka Tower, one against hundreds? Who gives a shit.
But talking to Johnny about whatever this is? Sends his whole body into a shake. ]