"Part of it is psychological." Musashi explains. "Just...learning to let it all go. Find peace in the moment. Just "be" here, right now." She rubs the back of her neck. "Dunno if I'm explaining it well. I was never too good at this stuff." Never had time to develop the scholarly skills many of her male counterparts had later in life that led to them penning a certain volume...but for someone from a place as exciting as Musashi understands Night City to be, Lucy having trouble with actual downtime is not all that surprising.
Nor, frankly, is the way she's essentially eating up Musashi with her gaze. Now that part she especially doesn't mind. They've been...dancing around each other for awhile now, and she's enjoyed the tempo. Lucy fascinates her. Cool and reserved, but capable of great warmth to those she lets in. The way she moves through cyberspace is like a dance to the Servant, mysterious and enticing, a way of existing that is entirely alien even to her, with the breadth of her experiences. It drives her to want to know more, want to know her more. She's picked up the lingo, Lucy dispensing new bits of slang like pieces of great wisdom that Musashi has eagerly absorbed, but there's still so much about her life in Night City and the experiences and people that shaped her she wants to know. But Lucy guards those pearls much more closely, though she doesn't seem to object to Musashi's curiosity.
Musashi's not sure how far "in" she is, but she at least has her foot in the door. Pretty sure Lucy doesn't do a lot of entertaining in her own home, but she was pretty comfortable letting a fight-happy samurai and former drifter in. And the way Lucy isn't even trying to hide her enjoyment of Musashi's unclad body is providing a great deal of encouragement.
"But if you need some help, I've always found alcohol and baths complement each other very well. Want a drink? This Ambrosia stuff is preem." She raises the bottle. "If you don't mind sharing a glass. I think Gilgamesh wandered off with my other one." She did have two glasses, but...yeah. It was probably Gilgamesh who took the spare. Oh, that Gilgamesh.
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Nor, frankly, is the way she's essentially eating up Musashi with her gaze. Now that part she especially doesn't mind. They've been...dancing around each other for awhile now, and she's enjoyed the tempo. Lucy fascinates her. Cool and reserved, but capable of great warmth to those she lets in. The way she moves through cyberspace is like a dance to the Servant, mysterious and enticing, a way of existing that is entirely alien even to her, with the breadth of her experiences. It drives her to want to know more, want to know her more. She's picked up the lingo, Lucy dispensing new bits of slang like pieces of great wisdom that Musashi has eagerly absorbed, but there's still so much about her life in Night City and the experiences and people that shaped her she wants to know. But Lucy guards those pearls much more closely, though she doesn't seem to object to Musashi's curiosity.
Musashi's not sure how far "in" she is, but she at least has her foot in the door. Pretty sure Lucy doesn't do a lot of entertaining in her own home, but she was pretty comfortable letting a fight-happy samurai and former drifter in. And the way Lucy isn't even trying to hide her enjoyment of Musashi's unclad body is providing a great deal of encouragement.
"But if you need some help, I've always found alcohol and baths complement each other very well. Want a drink? This Ambrosia stuff is preem." She raises the bottle. "If you don't mind sharing a glass. I think Gilgamesh wandered off with my other one." She did have two glasses, but...yeah. It was probably Gilgamesh who took the spare. Oh, that Gilgamesh.