Mei day! Mei day!

Independent AU-ish Mei-Ling RP Blog Themes: Adventure Black Humor Angst Friendship Action Horror

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The archer’s eyebrows raised a bit. He blinked a few times then narrowed his gaze at the scientist. He hummed slightly then clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Pineapples absolutely do not belong on pizza. That is nothing short of insanity.” Hanzo answered. “To insinuate that such a notion is weird is itself weird. What normal person would allow such a disgusting combination to exist? Clearly someone who is weird.” The archer’s tone was matter-of-fact like, his expression clearly offended that Mei seemed to believe otherwise.

“I am afraid this may cause a rift between us, Miss Mei, if you truly believe otherwise. I simply cannot allow such a travesty to exist. Are you certain that you would like to stick with your statement?” It was Hanzo’s attempt at being amusing. While the amount of sake he had consumed was no where near enough to tip him over the edge, Mei’s soothing presence and the ridiculousness of their conversation topped with the notion of this being a ‘date’ of sorts had eased him into this state where he felt a little freer to speak in such a manner.

The regal looking archer kept his dark eyes on Mei, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile he was failing to conceal despite the accusatory nature of his words. 

Mei swears she’s an empath. Reading people has always come naturally for someone as in touch as their emotions as she. Yet somehow, she can’t be entirely sure if Hanzo is messing with her or not. He’s never been like this before, but who knows what a few glasses of sake will do to the former crime boss. There is only one thing she can go off of and that’s his words. Which of course, are ludicrous. 

“Uh. I’m not entirely certain I need all of this negativity.” The researcher looks horrified. Both hands are clamped shut over her lips with her brows extending far beyond the rims of her glasses. It’s a look of complete and utter horror, the kind only reserved for viewing war time massacres and people who don’t finish their mochi. 

“The toppings on a pizza are an expression of one’s life. Much like a stirfry any ingredients can and should be used. It’s- You know? It doesn’t matter. Explaining all of this is madness.” Both hands are held out in front of her as she starts to make squeezing motions at the archer. “I’ll do it, Hanzo! I’ll grab you again if you don’t take such curses back. Please be reasonable.” Threats aren’t usually her style, but neither is drinking a filled glass of sake. She even starts leaning forward so there is a lot less space between her grabby hands and the mob boss. 

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Hanzo chuckled slightly, pleased with Mei’s reaction to his theory. It felt odd to feel so comfortable. He wasn’t sure when he had last enjoyed the presence of another that seemed to lift the tension he carried in him. “Well if he were such an apparition then his beard could hold the weapon he created for it.” The archer reasoned. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of his own statement.

His brow furrowed thoughtfully when Mei spoke again, his own hand reaching up to stroke along his jaw and then his chin at his styled, trimmed beard. “Perhaps. Or perhaps it is a Swedish custom we are unaware of.” His hand lowered to rest on his lap. “There is also a possibility that age has made him complacent over his appearance. Not everyone chooses to maintain themselves the way the did when they were younger.” Hanzo added, curious now for the Swedish man’s choice of facial hair.

Then he shook his head and chuckled again. The sake had seemed to loosen him up; it was likely a combination of the sake and Mei’s cheerful presence. “We have spent much too long discussing the mass of hair on another man’s face for far too long, Mei.” He said, though the soft grin didn’t leave his lips.

Mei clears her throat while wracking her brain for a conclusion she’s come to long ago. Hanzo’s mention of Torbjorn’s country’s customs got her to remember it. “Yes, well... There were Swedish vikings. But he’s just too small to pull the look off. It’s easier for me to think he’s just lazy.” That was perhaps a bit more harsh than she meant it, but the dwarf had never really won any points with her.

It’s only just occurred to her how long they’ve been talking about that disgusting blonde rat. Maybe she does care a little too much about it. The realization pushes her lips off to the side before murmuring inaudibly to herself. The scientist clears her throat loudly before speaking more loudly. “You’re certainly not wrong... “

A thumb and pointer finger put pressure on either side of the bridge of her nose. The area is lightly massaged as she tries to not think about her strange, growing obsession for shaving dwarves. “Yeah. Uh... Yeah. That wasn’t too weird, right? You know... You know! I’ll bet you’ve got some weird hang ups too. Like, uh... “ Mei pauses to look around, as if her surroundings were going to give her any ideas. They don’t. “... Like maybe you’re one of those weird people who believe pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza. Could that be it?” 

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south-dragon-hanzo:

The lengths that Mei seemed to be willing to go to exterminate the dwarfish man’s beard were amusing. How long had she pondered the plan of action? How often had she encountered the blacksmith and been horrified by it, scarred so permanently that she would resort to such desires?

Hanzo did not hold back a soft chuckle. He smiled at the Chinese woman sitting on the blanket while the seemingly innocent suggestion hung in the air. “You are rather amusing, Mei. It is a pleasure to enjoy your company.” He remarked. Surely a few days ago he would not have even thought to get acquainted with the scientist. Perhaps the people of Overwatch were not truly as difficult to deal with as he had initially thought.

“Truth be told, I was under the impression I was the only one who perceived his beard as some furry creature from his home that pretended to be a beard. I thought it was perhaps a Norse take on the Futakushi-onna; a woman with a second mouth on the back of her head. Though in Mister Lindholm’s case it would be a man with a second mouth on his chin.” Hanzo said. While he spoke, he leaned forward as if he would be heard by the squat blacksmith, his hand covering his mouth in the event that he could possibly read lips.

Amusing he said. Well, it’s better than being appalling. After what she pulled she’d been expecting a far worse label. This will do just fine. After taking a deep breath to try and ground her she offers a small half smirk over to the former gang member’s direction. “I’ve been known to please on some occasions.” 

When Hanzo leans in, Mei follows suit. This is some pretty juicy gossip after all. As he talks she nods slowly, though a look of horror slowly starts to dawn over her features. Both brows rise up wide as she tries to imagine the ugly dwarf with a mouth just beneath his primary one. Terror gives way to disgust and by the time she’s sitting atop her knees again she’s cringing visibly.

Before speaking she has to pry the palm from over her lips. “That is perhaps one of the most horrifying things I’ve heard to date about what could possibly be beneath his beard, and you should hear some of the things Angel has come up with... “ The researcher cringes with both hands at her sides. “She swore he was going to try and make a gun of some sort to hide beneath it. Yuck.” 

There is a brief pause before she starts again. “I think every man in Overwatch has a more attractive looking beard than him. But then, he’s married... Maybe he’s just stopped caring or something. Eesh...” 

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cryoqueen:

Mei rotates her mochi and decides to take a bite of the none bitten side rather than the point she’d already opened up. The squishy coating is just about her favorite part, after all. She goes on eating her treat in this way until finally there is just the center left. Which doesn’t last much longer. The researcher makes sure to finish her desert before speaking so she’s got plenty of time to decide what to say. 

“Well. I did kind of violate you. So that is fair. Though I somehow don’t think you’ll be losing any sleep over it. But if you do require specialty care Angela knows a pretty decent psychologist.”Mei speaks almost into her hand so he probably can’t hear her too well. It’s removed before it comes time for her to answer again. “Oh. No. Nothing more involving you. I’ve really tried to limit things to messing with most operatives or another in a single specific way.” Her mind rolls back to begin considering a lot of her other list items, a few of which really get her smirking.

“Some of them are easy… Like buying Zarya a decent coat. Except she’s just so big that I practically have to get one tailor made. I’ve yet to sneak in measuring her though. She can’t know.” Mei pauses to clear her throat, and also to pick out a somewhat more extreme part of her list. “And… On the somewhat less mundane end… I really, really, really want to shave Torbjorn’s ugly beard. It looks horrible, doesn’t it? I honestly think we’d all be doing him a favor by removing it!” 

A sigh of relief escaped Hanzo, the arm protecting his chest lowering to his side. Against his better judgement he did not ask about what she had mumbled to herself. The archer reached for the bottle of sake to pour himself another serving although this time it was a reasonable amount. Somehow knowing that the other operatives had something coming to them didn’t put him at ease; he wondered if he should warn them. Immediately he realized that no one would picture the sweet, cheerful Mei had a conniving, wicked, and crafty persona lurking underneath.

Listening to Mei rattle her list was amusing however, considering the image his mind created of the small woman trying to discreetly measure the tank-like woman. There was a possibility he would be interested to see how she would ultimately accomplish the task considering the juxtaposition that got him to fall into her trap so easily. Her continuation of the list took a severe turn back into the direction Hanzo had pictured the remaining items on her list to be; unabashedly ruthless. 

He balked but couldn’t help let out a chuckle. “I believe you are being too severe! A man’s beard is an extension of his personality. Though I would agree that the blacksmith’s preferred look is rather… unique.” Hanzo knew as he spoke that the statement wasn’t sincere. He rolled his eyes and sipped at the sake. “Fine, it is an ugly beard. But cutting it all of is much too severe.” He said, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.

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When Hanzo first starts speaking about Torbjorn’s beard her head tilts forward. She peers at him from just over the top of her glasses with a look of utter disbelief. Hearing him somehow try to rationalize how anyone could possibly think that such a mass of facial hair is okay is mildly terrifying. So when he backtracks on his statement she simply has to breath a sigh of relief. Maybe there is hope for Hanzo as a person after all.

“While I still believe I’d be doing everyone a service... You may still have a point. I presume it took him a long time to grow such a horrible thing. I feel so bad for his wife. Ahem.” She clears her throat loudly. That last part was very much added thanks to the sake which still makes her bold as ever. “Not to say facial hair can’t be great mind you, it is. But.. That’s a pet. Not a fashion statement. I’ve seen what happens to that thing when he’s eating. It’s like he’s feeding it. Food gets all in it...” 

Mei clears her throat before letting out a low, drawn out huff. Hanzo isn’t completely wrong though. Perhaps shaving that huge thing would be a little mean, even if she’s doing the world a service. “But... I suppose if I spent a lot of time making something I’d be pretty upset if someone destroyed it. Perhaps I should settle on dying it with some temporary formula, or perhaps even putting bow-ties on it. Hmm... What do you think?”

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One Word

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Tagged by: @painisanexcellentteacher​, @south-dragon-hanzo​

Answer in a single word.

Where is your phone? - space.

Your hair? -  brown

Your mum? - dead

Your other half? - nonexistent

Your favorite food? - eclairs

Your dream last night? - rice

Your favorite drink? - tea

Fear? - failing

Your home away from home? - watchstations

Where were you last night? - lost

Something that you aren’t? - human

Muffins? - yes!!!!!

Wish list item? - meka

Where you grew up? - bejing

Last thing you did? - shows

What are you wearing now? - coat

Your TV? - computer

Your pets? - spoiled

Friends? - a-mei-zing

Your life? - strange

Missing someone? - always

casually tags @thesupportarcher​

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“You’re definitely right about that.” She’s not going to deny it. Mei settles back onto her palms again and dips her head back so she’s looking up into the sky. It’s starting to get darker now that the sun is dipping further and further into the waves. She’d hardly been ready for his sudden exclamation. Even though the pitch of his voice had increased just a bit ago she’s simply just not used to such strange changes in his speech. The sudden pointing of his finger only gets another laugh from her though this one is much smaller. Hanzo’s face is still as red as a cherry, which makes him look far from threatening. Her own features are just as lit up as his.

“Well… It’s going to sound silly. Though perhaps not as much as what just occurred… “ Mei clears her throat aloud before starting to speak. “When I first was woken from cryo, I had… Kind of a harsh realization.” Again she pauses. Mei has plenty of her own ghosts, and a lot of them stem from her time in Antarctica. For her own sake she decides to skip some of the explanation. “I lived for others, but never for myself. So… I made a list to try and change that. Some of the things on it are perhaps a little goofy, but it’s long and constantly being added to. There is plenty of room for more serious topics. It reminds me to pay attention to myself.”

Mei needs to do something with her hands. To keep them occupied, and channel some of her own nervousness away. She finally picks up the mochi ball and takes a few bites from the delicious thing before squeezing the squishy treat between a thumb and middle finger. “Many of the pictures we had of you before you joined Overwatch were of you in your… Uh. Hakama? Is that right? Anyway. Your breast was always hanging out. So… So… While looking down at it one day I decided “I want to touch that man’s breast.” And… I finally got my chance. I’m calling it a victory.”

There is a mixed feeling of betrayal and shock dwelling in the former crime lord’s chest. How a spirit so malevolent sat within a vessel so sweet was truly the work of some higher power. Perhaps she was a demon, or possessed a spirit like he did with the dragons coiling beneath his being. For how serious he appeared, Hanzo’s mind wandered for every possible supernatural explanation that could quantify his thoughts of Mei.

It was only when he was certain her hands would not return to him that he let his legs rest, crossing them to sit lotus style. This way, if Mei did resume an assault he could bring his knees up for protection quickly. Despite his wariness, he listened to her tale. His expression relaxed, softening with sympathy. He understood the sentiment but was nowhere near finally taking care of himself as he should.

He heaved a soft sigh, looking away from Mei to the setting sun. Hanzo maintained that the most beautiful sunset was still the one he from the top of Hanamura, west to the mountains in the distance. He was pulled out of the memory to correct her. “Kyudo-gi.” He responded to her question but then quickly shook his head, once more staring at her wide-eyed. His jaw dropped and the world seemed to tilt around him. Absently, his left arm came up to shield his chest. “I feel… Oddly… Violated…” Hanzo said, not breaking eye contact. The blush that had finally started to recede rose once more.

He huffed, frowning while his eyebrows scrunched up together to convey his displeasure. “I… What is done is done, victory or not.” He said. There was no changing what had happened. The whole situation left him quite unguarded, several walls he kept around his person having been torn down with such ease by Mei. Hanzo cleared his throat, trying to will away the embarrassment. “There are… No more items on your list that involve me or varying parts of my body… Are there?” He asked the questioned.

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Mei rotates her mochi and decides to take a bite of the none bitten side rather than the point she’d already opened up. The squishy coating is just about her favorite part, after all. She goes on eating her treat in this way until finally there is just the center left. Which doesn’t last much longer. The researcher makes sure to finish her desert before speaking so she’s got plenty of time to decide what to say. 

“Well. I did kind of violate you. So that is fair. Though I somehow don’t think you’ll be losing any sleep over it. But if you do require specialty care Angela knows a pretty decent psychologist.” Mei speaks almost into her hand so he probably can’t hear her too well. It’s removed before it comes time for her to answer again. “Oh. No. Nothing more involving you. I’ve really tried to limit things to messing with most operatives or another in a single specific way.” Her mind rolls back to begin considering a lot of her other list items, a few of which really get her smirking.

“Some of them are easy... Like buying Zarya a decent coat. Except she’s just so big that I practically have to get one tailor made. I’ve yet to sneak in measuring her though. She can’t know.” Mei pauses to clear her throat, and also to pick out a somewhat more extreme part of her list. “And... On the somewhat less mundane end... I really, really, really want to shave Torbjorn’s ugly beard. It looks horrible, doesn’t it? I honestly think we’d all be doing him a favor by removing it!” 

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His expression remained incredulous though his hand pulled away from his chest. Hanzo raised his knees instead as new barrier, unsure if Mei would launch a new assault on him. He was wary of her now to say the least. He would no longer be fooled by the sugary sweet smile she wore. No, behind those eyes milk chocolate eyes laid a predator in wait ready to strike at any moment. He was convinced by it now.

Hanzo shook his head at her, the innocent statement about the amount of sake she had consumed not fooling him. Likely story from a predator. “I was trying to be polite but it should not be consumed to readily if you are not accustomed to it.” The raven haired man explained. He tightened his grip around his knees, lowering his chin to them as if he could hide further. 

“Ahah! I knew it!” Hanzo exclaiming when she appended her apology, a hand raised to point an accusatory finger at Mei. He paused, his brow furrowing. “Wait… List?” He asked. Immediately he wrapped his arms around his knees again, this time turning his body away from Mei though his wary eyes remained on her. The image of an ice demon came to mind, silvery words with a beautiful face trying to coax him into a dark cave. He shivered.

“You’re definitely right about that.” She’s not going to deny it. Mei settles back onto her palms again and dips her head back so she’s looking up into the sky. It’s starting to get darker now that the sun is dipping further and further into the waves. She’d hardly been ready for his sudden exclamation. Even though the pitch of his voice had increased just a bit ago she’s simply just not used to such strange changes in his speech. The sudden pointing of his finger only gets another laugh from her though this one is much smaller. Hanzo’s face is still as red as a cherry, which makes him look far from threatening. Her own features are just as lit up as his.

“Well... It’s going to sound silly. Though perhaps not as much as what just occurred... “ Mei clears her throat aloud before starting to speak. “When I first was woken from cryo, I had... Kind of a harsh realization.” Again she pauses. Mei has plenty of her own ghosts, and a lot of them stem from her time in Antarctica. For her own sake she decides to skip some of the explanation. “I lived for others, but never for myself. So... I made a list to try and change that. Some of the things on it are perhaps a little goofy, but it’s long and constantly being added to. There is plenty of room for more serious topics. It reminds me to pay attention to myself.”

Mei needs to do something with her hands. To keep them occupied, and channel some of her own nervousness away. She finally picks up the mochi ball and takes a few bites from the delicious thing before squeezing the squishy treat between a thumb and middle finger. “Many of the pictures we had of you before you joined Overwatch were of you in your... Uh. Hakama? Is that right? Anyway. Your breast was always hanging out. So... So... While looking down at it one day I decided “I want to touch that man’s breast.” And... I finally got my chance. I’m calling it a victory.”

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Hanzo’s eyes started open. “Eh!?” The questioning sound escaped his lips. His own dark brown eyes were now filled with confusion and disbelief. The word resonated in his head repeatedly. Date? This was a date? He thought they were just going to enjoy the sunset, relax after a stressful mission! But a date?! The thoughts keep racing through his head. The archer was dense despite his keen ability to to analyze objectives and opponents; reading people was like talking to a brick wall for the man. 

He was too busy trying to detail the markers that he might of missed when he agreed to the picnic back in Germany to feel the heat spreading across his cheeks. Had Mei intended for it to be this way the moment she suggested? The words she had spoken then rung in his mind: Just your presence. How could he have been so oblivious!? Hanzo was sputtering slightly, trying to come up with something to say but his vocal chords were not cooperating. His blushing face seemed to glow with the orange light of the sun.

Hanzo snapped back to attention immediately when the clever woman, because that was all she could be to him at this point, began to shift. He wanted to apologize profusely, tell her that he had no idea of what she had implied and for being inconsiderate. But his body froze, jolting slightly under Mei when the soft hand grasped at his chest over his clothes. If his eyes weren’t already wide they resembled saucers now. “N-N-N-Na-Nanda?!” He exclaimed, to shocked to comprehend Mei had moved off of him.

He shot up once he heard her laughing, his arms raising protectively to cover his chest. Both his hands dug under his arm pits to tightly wrap his chest up and away from. “Hentai desu yo! N-nani o shimashita ka?! Naze?! Baka to hentai desu yo! Naze?! K-K-Kowai ne!” Hanzo sputtered in Japanese, unable to compose himself. For the first time since they had met his voice was not deep and serious, almost shaking and flat with shock. The deep flush had crept down his neck as he covered himself up away from Mei.

Suddenly, Mei remembers why she doesn’t do much drinking. Her prior words and actions coupled with the look on his face make all of that so painfully evident. This kind of behavior is far, far from professional. Her face lights up till it’s almost hotter than the sun, but she can only go on laughing. The scientist’s actions had moved from somewhat reasonable to absurd in just a minute. There is no getting out of this pit now.

Her chuckling dies down, though threatens to re-surge when she first looks at his face. The poor man looks terrified, and probably for good reason. It’s definitely not a way she gets looked at often. After scooting back a few feet to give him room she holds both hands up. They shake, as does her head. “Gosh, uh... I don’t know what got into me.” Her eyes dip down onto the blanket where she sees the overturned sake bottle. She immediately goes back on her own words to wave down at the still mostly full drink. “I... Should not have tried to match you.” 

Mei-Ling tries focusing on Hanzo’s words. She knows only a few words in Japanese, or at least has some idea. As such, she’s pretty sure she’s being called a pervert or something. A term which she hadn’t usually equated with herself though it seems to be perfect all the sudden.. “I... Uh. Won’t do it again. If that makes you feel better. It’s, uh... Marked off my list now... Sorry. “ She might as well just keep shoveling deeper into this hole. It’s not like anything she says is going to make her groping any more understandable. 

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Thick eyebrows raised slightly, the sharp eyes set beneath them examine the woman that now rested over him. The search is interrupted by the sensation of gentle fingers sliding over his scalp. “No, I am not hurt. Only a mere ache.” Hanzo answered; while not a hard fall the cliffside wasn’t the softest surface to land on so he felt the slight pain radiating under Mei’s touch. It was only then that he noticed that his associate was pressed to him, his hand resting at her side, her hand still in his hair. The former crime lord watched as she shifted to raise her self up thinking that the contact would end but she remained over him instead.

However he could only focus on her words and the momentary shock in his expression melted into confusion. “Vicious fall?” He asked her, shaking his head. “Are you certain that you are unharmed? It was only a mere fall, nothing dangerous.” The raven-haired man said. There was something in her gaze he couldn’t understand but the closeness of their bodies was returning to the forefront of his mind. His composed exterior faltered, retracting his hand from the brunette’s side. He looked to the side out of respect and modesty; to him such situations were only meant for people aiming to be intimate.

“You would not have fallen if I had not reached for you. I apologize.” Hanzo said, his lips forming a faint frown. He would let her get up at her own pace if she was as disoriented as her question lead him to believe. The archer would not push her off although his being wanted to do so. Memories of intimate encounters raced into his mind, some of which he wish could have been forgotten because of the pain they brought along with them. Hanzo closed his eyes tightly to will them away but the weight of Mei’s person against him reminded him that it had been a long time since he had fallen into such a position, making the thought linger.

“Vicious... Yes! I was worried a rock might bump you right on the head. A concussion would not be the perfect end to our date.” The ice queen freezes up right at that last word. Her eyes widen a little in disbelief at her own verbal slip and the words “kill me now” resonate through her head. A white lie dropped her into a place she wasn’t quite expecting to be. 

The wheels in her head are spinning, but she’s not getting any traction in this mud pit. She’s got to make him forget the D word was ever used. Milk chocolate brown eyes scroll over his face, then down his front. Even without the opened up hakama she can still almost see the outlines of his powerful chest. The only possible way to back herself out of his situation is to do something even more potentially questionable, or so she decides in her drunken state. Her next trick is going to hit two birds with one stone. Even before they met each other in France she’d developed an almost singular goal for interacting with him. Now it’s time to check something off her bucket list.

Mei’s hand on the back of the archer’s head moves again. It’s wiggled between the two of them so she can grab up a handful of one of his not so exposed breasts. Fingers tense, and squeeze gently at the pectoral as if it was some kind of stress ball. While doing it she stares him right on the eyes with a very crooked smile making itself home on her lips. “honkhonk.” The madness ends eventually and she rapidly pulls herself off of him. Both hands clamp down firmly over her mouth to keep a roar of nervous laughter in. Palms muffle her words when she finally calms enough to speak, but they’re still somewhat audible. “I had to. I’m sorry, I just had to. It was there, and... And I had to.”

Mentally, she checks off touching Hanzo’s titty from her list. Clothed or not it still counts.

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For all the training he received throughout his youth and all of the training he continued to do to this day to maintain his form and exercise discipline, a singular chopstick appeared to be his undoing. He flinched as the thin wooden utensil hit him, the sting powerful on the bridge of his nose. His hand stung slightly, some green tea spilling onto his hand in the process. The napkin he reached for was taken by Mei and swiped vigorously against his face. “Ah! M-Mei! Yamete!” Despite his usual elegance, Hanzo found himself trying to flail out, leaning back farther trying to escape the onslaught that had befallen him.

It had been a mistake to try and move back, despite his grace and trained flexibility, trying to lean back with his knees underneath him was only causing him to tip over. Quickly reached forward to try and pull himself up thinking that Mei would be seated upright enough to act as an anchor. His hands shot forward, holding onto what he could; one hand grasped Mei’s forearm while the other landed on her side. He hoisted himself towards the woman only to feel himself tilting back faster. Most of her weight, he gathered, was forward while she assaulted his faced. To his dismay his anchor wasn’t anchored properly.

As they toppled backwards, Hanzo gripped Mei firmly to keep her steady as they fell. His legs seemed to pop out from underneath him as his back hit the ground of the rocky cliff-side. He let out a grunt, the grip around the climatologists forearm and mid-section tightening. The napkin rested against his face obstructing his vision a bit. “Are you okay?” The expert bowman asked, letting go of her arm to toss the napkin to the side and away from his face.

There is a lot going on. A ton of moving parts working out of sync turn a relatively innocent task into something else entirely. When his arm wraps about her and her forearm gets all gripped up she has no idea of what is to come. “Oh Hanzo, I did-.” Gravity suddenly starts working it’s magic and she yelps aloud as she’s bent further and further forward. She realizes what’s happening quick enough to pull her hand from his face so as to not mush his nose on impact. At first Mei’s head hits just beneath his chin. She doesn’t spring up right away and instead takes a few moments to reflect on how they’d gotten here. If she’d known it was this easy she’d have fallen before.

It’s been awhile since since she’s been like this whether it’s an accident or not. The closeness, and being almost heart to heart with someone is far better than she’d fantasized. Mei decides to take her time, and maybe not get off of him just yet. Before answering Hanzo she pinches at his nose, and pulls the napkin from off of it before tossing the thing to the ground just next to his head. 

“Um. Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine... I landed on something pretty soft. Well, I mean... Not soft soft. You’re pretty... You know. Muscly.” It’s time to be smooth. As smooth as she’s ever been in her life. “You didn’t hurt your head, right?” While speaking a hand starts creeping around to the rear of the archer’s cranium. She has to at least pretend to be checking for a bump, so she starts feeling the area up. It all makes perfect sense in her foggy mind. “You are my hero once again, Hanzo. You saved me from a pretty vicious fall.” She decides to see how long she can stay on top of him before he says something. Her other arm draws between herself and the former gangster’s chest to keep herself propped up on top of him. 

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Hanzo’s lips pursed despite the pleasant and warm feeling radiating through his body as the sake settled in his stomach. He raised his eyes to waterfront; the sun was inching close to the water, the lower rim melding into the wavy horizon. His focus went to Mei’s words to keep push back the memory in his mind. He wondered why he had felt at ease enough to tell Mei the story despite truly befriending her a few days ago.

He reached down for one of the plum rice balls to keep his hands from betraying the anger he’d felt when the memory rose up. While not the worst he had, the implications of his actions hung heavy to his chest to this day. Luckily Mei’s comment pulled him to the present, though not with a happier expression. “Hah?” The inquisitive noise was muffled by the rice he chewed. Although there was nothing that had spilled from his mouth, out of politeness Hanzo dragged the back of his index finger against the corners of his lips to brush away possible crumbs or spillage from the snack.

“I was under the assumption Genji had explained our upbringing.” He commented. Brown eyes examined the purplish filling inside the onigiri in his hands, his brow furling inwards towards the bridge of his nose. It seemed his brother was not as reckless as he had once interpreted; that fact would still require extensive research and results to truly prove otherwise.

“But do not misunderstand, I am no member of the Yakuza. The Shimada-gumi may not be any better in terms of business dealings but we are-” He paused, glancing down at the cloth they sat upon to reorganize his thoughts, “We were not so blinded by the power to believe we could force the people to bend to our will.” Hanzo explained. He sighed, hand raising to his forehead to gently rub his temple. A gentle throbbing was beginning to form under the pads of his fingers but it had nothing to do with the alcohol. His hand lowered to grab for the tea though the thermos was tipped over by his inattentiveness. “Kuso!” He cursed quietly, trying to catch it and bring it up right before too much spilled out. 

Mei-Ling cracks a brief smirk before shaking her head on the bit about Genji. “No. He never seemed to want to give any details about the family, and... In hindsight, devised some pretty clever ways to speak without actually giving any information. Almost like a politician. Which is what got me thinking your family was involved in that in the first place.” 

She’d never have imagined Genji could be from a crime family. It just seemed so out of place. Maybe that’s why he went crazy and decided to become a monk. When Hanzo goes on she plants both hands on her knees and offers a few nods here and there to indicate she’s listening closely. When he mistakenly swipes his thermos she jumps in about as much surprise. A hand waves, trying to help him catch the thing, but she only ends up knocking over the sake bottle she’d left propped up for whatever reason. Fortunately it’s capped, but in a rather marvelous display of bad luck the falling bottle smacks into an end to one of her chopsticks. The falling weight catapults the eating utensil right towards Hanzo’s face. It whaps him square on the nose.

“Oh my gosh!” Mei clamps both hands over her lips as she gasps. Twitching hands grab wildly for an unused napkin as she gets up onto her knees and crawls just over to his side. Despite the fact that he’s probably pretty capable of cleaning himself off, she starts aggressively dabbing the paper product against his face. “Sorry, sorry, sorry... I’m sorry!” An even larger frown than before makes itself comfortable on her face as she practically assaults him in an effort to make up for the mistake. He’ll be lucky to still have a face left when she’s done. 

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The glance he caught of Mei mid-chew trying to talk made the archer let out one soft chuckle, returning his attention to the bento. He seemed to peck at his food, moving from one to the other as if to mix the tastes together. His chopsticks clacked together trying to ignore the comment regarding his brother; maybe in their youth but now he was unsure of what the man had become. Shaking the thought away he enjoyed the insight into Mei’s family but held the question back about where they were now. He knew vaguely about the time she spent in cryo but was not comfortable with their budding friendship enough to push the thought further.

Hanzo was attempting to pick up another one of the pachimari-shaped sausages, the last left in his bento, when Mei suddenly turned the line of questioning to himself. With wide-eyes the raven-haired man tried to keep the turnip-shaped mascot from falling, flailing with his chopstick momentarily before catching it mid-air above the bento. He let a soft sigh, glad to have averted disaster and also to recompose himself.

Questioning brown eyes turned to the scientist, wondering where she could have even pulled out such an idea. “No. I am not.” He answered. Rattled by the question he set the bento down and picked up the sake glass again. While Mei had seemed to have shifted to a more relaxed sitting position, Hanzo remained sitting on his calves leaving him slightly elevated in comparison to the young-looking, now seemingly mischievous, woman.

As he sipped the clear sake, he realized the answer was not fair to his companion. Currently he was grateful for the generous amount that had been poured in his glass, downing another hefty sip. “I was… Engaged to be married. I learned as I came of age that Shimada Clan heirs are betrothed to young women from affluent families, usually of Yakuza heritage.” The memory stung a little in Hanzo’s chest. “When I fled from Japan our engagement was canceled. Years later I found she had… She was purchased by the elders. I destroyed the brothel.”

Hanzo seemed to grow angry at the memory and used the end of his story to chug the rest of the sake.

When Mei is first given that wide eyed look she freezes up. This feels a lot like stepping on a landmine, and already anxiety is telling her maybe it’s time to move past this topic at light speed. His initial answer makes her even more sure. There is a low “oh” from behind the rim of her whiskey glass as she tries to mimic his pace. Which isn’t all that great an idea for the teetotaler. But it gives her a few moments to try and find a way out of his conversation.

Snowflake just starts opening her mouth just before he starts speaking again. She shuts her trap quickly. His tale is a disheartening one. It rapidly shows in her frown, and the sinking of her head beneath the shoulders. Humans can be so cruel. Yet there is one part of his story that hits her a few moments later. Did he say Yakuza? Suddenly, the fact that Genji never gave specifics on the Clan for the entirety that she’s known him makes sense. Mei needs a few moments to consider all of this. 

The other criminals Overwatch recruited are some of her least favorite people in the world. Jamison is a buffoon, though her gripe with Mako is mostly that he’s always at the smaller junker’s side.  They’re just awful. Hanzo can’t possibly be lumped into the same category, right? She takes a break from her bento box to lean back on her palms and appraise him in a whole new light. After a few moments of silence on her end she clears her throat.

“Sorry, you... Said Yakuza. It was just a little surprising to hear.” Her cloudy head lulls back for a second. She’s drank a lot more than she’d meant to already. “Ahem... You did what was right. Burning down that place was justice.” Mei considers inquiring more about the woman, but just talking about all of this seems to be hard enough for him. She decides not to dig any deeper on that front. “I was thinking your family was a big name in politics or something. You are just full of surprises, heeeeh... “

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Setting the small mug down, Hanzo reached for the small bento box and the chopsticks on the tray. He only paused to watch Mei’s reaction to the taste, his face tensing before easing back to pick up the shaped sausage. Making them seemed to bring about the same feeling as they did back when he was younger, a treat he had learned to make to calm Genji if he was ever upset. Popping it into his mouth, he tuned into Mei’s story and pretended not to notice her momentary struggle with the sake. He had learned the art of drinking others under the table early in his youth for business deals but tried to keep it to a minimum now; painful memories always seemed to bubble up easier with the alcohol clouding his system.

The image of a child-like Mei running around a kitchen formed in his mind as she recounted the story. It was a sweet image, accentuated by the still-present, innocent air that hung to the scientist. He bit down on a mouthful of vegetables that made up the rest of the bento before finally picking up the sake. His reaction was the polar opposite of Mei’s, mirroring the act of drinking water with the only difference present in the small sigh that followed the feeling of the warm bite of alcohol in his throat.

“She was very humble. Her grace was unquantifiable. But she did marry into the Shimada family. My… brother,” He paused, the word still foreign to him after all these years, “Always curious, wondered why she would marry my father who, while honorable and skilled, seemed to be her antithesis. We were innocent back then and I used to tell him that she was a goddess our father had managed to curry favor with and she ended up falling in love with him.” A thoughtful smile crept onto Hanzo’s lips, soon obscured by the whiskey glass.

Eventually, Mei draws her feet back off the blanket and into the grass. It’s easier to balance the bento box on her lap than lean over it. The riceball is quickly stuffed into her mouth without a second thought, but the rest of her food she resolves to eat much more slowly. It’s not going anywhere but her stomach, after all. Before switching she makes sure to use a provided napkin to dab away some of the filling that’d been left behind on her lips. 

Mei starts speaking with a mouthful of vegetables, but it’s almost garbled nonsense. Remembering her manners she shuts up for long enough to swallow before starting again. “Ahem! Your brother can be so cute sometimes. Ah, well... It’s like opposites attract, you know? Or that’s one saying anyway. My parents were somewhat similar in that regard. Father was a member of the Party, and mother was an activist. They were truly a strange pair.”

She sighs happily before tilting her head back to reflect on her own words for a few moments. Maybe there is some truth to them, not that she’d know for herself. “I can’t say any of the people I’ve dated in the past were all that opposite to me. Well... Not as opposite as my parents, I mean. Perhaps that’s why they never worked out for me.” Mei can’t look at him while almost muttering that last part. So she’s back to gazing back over the water even when she goes on. “You’re not already married to some fashionista or actress, are you?” Mei-Ling keeps her tone light as she jokes. She likes to think it’s a pretty cleverly disguised fact finding question. 

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