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[cityburns]

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There was one last comfort he had, at least; his guitar. V had managed to find it somehow, and while he was certainly mad as fuck at V still, he could appreciate that. On a park bench taking up way too much of the space on it, Johnny has one leg extended, guitar slung over as he plucked a few tunes from Archangel. Never was released, but he wishes it was before he died. Probably one of his favorite tracks that he'd ever written with Kerry. He used to think that screaming into a mic at a bunch of teenagers was what made him feel better. It never was. It was the music.

"The fuck you starin' at?" He'd noticed he'd garnered a bit of unwanted attention. Should be expected, considering he's playing on the street. Makes him look like a busker. But he's not looking for company, and certainly not from V's imaginary friends. Privacy was impossible in a borrowed mind, but he thought after all their time together that V would let up with it a bit. That this was perhaps V's attempt at it.