They were met, once again, with a blank and emotionless expression that meant he had no fucking clue what the fuck they were talking about. He was glad for the explanation but a joke wasn't funny if it had to be explained.
"You're boring as fuck, got it," he returned with a little bit of snark, though he intended it as a joke. If there was anything he'd learned from this conversation it was that they were not boring. At least, as far as he could tell. He's been wrong before.
V couldn't doubt them for dodging the question: he hardly wished to share anything personal about himself. He imagined that being a superhero would require a certain level of secrecy - when V grew renowned in Night City and his rep heavily preceded him it became more and more important for him to keep his real name and personal details secret.
"Good thing that's not you 'cause otherwise I'd have to give you shit for pickin' such a gonk name."
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"You're boring as fuck, got it," he returned with a little bit of snark, though he intended it as a joke. If there was anything he'd learned from this conversation it was that they were not boring. At least, as far as he could tell. He's been wrong before.
V couldn't doubt them for dodging the question: he hardly wished to share anything personal about himself. He imagined that being a superhero would require a certain level of secrecy - when V grew renowned in Night City and his rep heavily preceded him it became more and more important for him to keep his real name and personal details secret.
"Good thing that's not you 'cause otherwise I'd have to give you shit for pickin' such a gonk name."