Re: [January 2060] ItÂ’s a long way to the top (Solo: Midori)
Midori was struck by the Yak's sincerity in his words, and furthermore, the depth of his desires: she'd underestimated him and felt embarrassed that she had. Her lilac irises dimmed for a moment as though she was taking in Gin-san's revelation personally and she adjusted her posture, leaning forwards out of interest and the genuine connection they seemed to be sharing at that moment, despite the volume of the music in the club and the alcohol.
The way he'd summarised her desires into one simple word hurt like a lash because it was true: she did want to belong somewhere, belong to someone or at least to matter to them. She'd been running more or less solo since Jun had died, there was always some part of her that was unacceptable to potential partners: hell, even if they accepted her being metahuman and the same race as the colonising force in the 'plex, her Shadowrunning was a step too far for most.
"My insight keeps me alive, the day I am found dead is the day it will have failed me catastrophically," Midori responded, knowing full well that in her line of work, the life expectancy was much lower than that of a norm. Listening to Gin-san's words, she nodded, finding his desires far deeper than most of the Yaks she had business with.
"You want your legacy to be a good one, is that it? Well, Gin-san, perhaps my intuition has failed me," Midori spoke in an amused, playful tone. He had come up to her asking about her working in a bathhouse, so she wasn't beating herself up too badly about the mistake. Midori sat back momentarily, mulling over her options with her run tonight. She had to focus on finding Mio and she wasn't going to make headway with Gin-san. She didn't trust him enough to be completely honest with him yet, but she also didn't want to spoil what could be the beginning of a mutually beneficial relationship.
Midori appreciated the reciprocated touch, he did not have the utter disgust of her that many of their shared heritage did and the small gesture did not go without notice.
After the toast, Midori scans the club once more to make sure she's not missing anything from the environment by being focused on Gin-san.
"You're still seeking something to devote yourself body, mind and soul to?" Midori reflected, wondering what or who could be worthy of such perfect surrender. It was an admirable goal but her cynicism reminded her of the saying that when you lay down with dogs, you get fleas. Perhaps the Black Mums were the closest he could get to the idea, but a Yak was a Yak in many ways, it was just a matter of the degrees of honour and of criminality.
"I can get on board with that," Midori nodded, pulling out a modest paper business card - they were ludicrously expensive in that digital age for what they were, but they were a nice touch for her more traditional clients and she offered it to him properly, in both hands with a respectful bow of her head.
The card was simple, offering her name in Kanji and her contact details, but it was not the sort of card that someone who made her living shilling BTLs would have - it evoked a sense of taste and of refinement, perhaps the card would have typically been used to comfort clients like her current employer had they met in person, but now it was being offered as a gesture and an admission: there was more to Midori than met the eye.