This time she's sure of it. She can feel her other eye closing. If there's anything like shock, surprise, anything like that on Gus' face, she's certain she's reflecting it let's fucking say sevenfold, sure! If she still had her cigarette it would have fallen out of her mouth by now. Instead, she pushes back off the wall and stares at him. Well, best she can, at least.
"You're fucking with me, right?" she asks, since that's the only option she has. "That was just, like, the entire chorus of 'Some Nights' by fun. We traded like six different Marianas Trench songs back and forth." She's not, like, sputtering in her incredulity, but she doesn't really know how else to react to what she's hearing. She grabs the collar of her own shirt and tugs it forward far enough to expose the matte black metal below her collarbone, where the skin looks like it's coming away in cleanly divided patches. Like it was laid on top of a chassis, which would make an enormous amount of sense.
"We started with fucking Fall Out Boy? One of the biggest pop punk bands Earth's ever seen?" She lets go of her shirt with the frustration a little more evident on her face and in the way she almost throws her hand back down to her side. "Unbelievable. You're telling me it was a coincidence? All of this? Bullshit."
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This time she's sure of it. She can feel her other eye closing. If there's anything like shock, surprise, anything like that on Gus' face, she's certain she's reflecting it let's fucking say sevenfold, sure! If she still had her cigarette it would have fallen out of her mouth by now. Instead, she pushes back off the wall and stares at him. Well, best she can, at least.
"You're fucking with me, right?" she asks, since that's the only option she has. "That was just, like, the entire chorus of 'Some Nights' by fun. We traded like six different Marianas Trench songs back and forth." She's not, like, sputtering in her incredulity, but she doesn't really know how else to react to what she's hearing. She grabs the collar of her own shirt and tugs it forward far enough to expose the matte black metal below her collarbone, where the skin looks like it's coming away in cleanly divided patches. Like it was laid on top of a chassis, which would make an enormous amount of sense.
"We started with fucking Fall Out Boy? One of the biggest pop punk bands Earth's ever seen?" She lets go of her shirt with the frustration a little more evident on her face and in the way she almost throws her hand back down to her side. "Unbelievable. You're telling me it was a coincidence? All of this? Bullshit."