Holy shit. Real oranges? Like, real 'ganic shit? [The way that Kerry's brow raises, it's clear he isn't sure he believes it. He doesn't think V would lie to him, but he needs more details.]
More than we'd ever seen. Some rich fat cat in Night City was missin' his shipment of oranges that month. Transport's uh... let's just say if security's lax and somethin' happens... buncha nomads who never saw a 'ganic orange in their life ain't gonna pass that up.
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Innit that a small fortune?
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[ Though maybe not right now; it's been a long day and all V wants to do is curl up with Kerry and lose consciousness to sleep. ]
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Eh, somethin' to do tomorrow.
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[ It's such a gonk statement that V laughs, arms shifting to embrace Kerry as soon as he's settled again.
The yawn, when it comes, is wide, lashes fluttering closed as he tries his best to relax into some kind of sleepy state. ]
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Hm-mm. Right now, tho, your gonna be my pillow.