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"if you think about it, mixing flesh & machine is kind of horrifying in the way you've modified yourself." a pause, ears flattening. "n- no offense! i think it's cool, too."

{∔}-; Cybernetics implanted throughout the spine and brain would probably be intimidating for some, although the thought had never particularly crossed Sombra's mind. They made her abilities even better than before, so what would there be to complain about?

She rested her left leg atop the opposite knee and rested her hand on her palm, tilting her head to the side with a curious look. If anything, all of the plasma abilities Ally had were far more intriguing, at least from a biological sense- cybernetic implants were far more common.

"Why the sudden interest? Were you thinking about getting some, michi?"

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An anonymous gifter sends something. A assorted set of sweets. They seem homemade, and come with a note of just "Happy Birthday" written neatly. Be it on purpose or on accident, but the pen used to write the note was left in the gift box. A sleek black pen, pristine in appearance... And on the cap, is an Overwatch insignia.

{∔}-; While Sombra would usually assume an anonymously sourced sweet box had come from the bakery she frequented, the Overwatch emblem covering the pen's cap was an obvious giveaway to where the gift came from.

With a raised eyebrow, Sombra took a bite out of a biscuit that looked particularly appealing and found that it was surprisingly well made. The box was emptied relatively quickly, to be placed beside her monitor when she was done with it.

"Looks like I have a secret admirer in Overwatch. Cute."

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{∔}-; “Long time no see. So, who missed me?”

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{∔}-; There sat Sombra, a satisfied grin spoiling the fact that she was definitely looking forward to how her birthday turned out this year. 

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The old ramen shop was just as he remembered, and it's been a while since he last allowed himself a bit of indulgence, settled down at a quiet corner with a piping hot bowl of spicy miso ramen. Just when he picked up his chopsticks, however, he spotted a familiar face across the room... The hacker. Of all people. His body grew rigid, thoughts racing. Why was she here?? "..." She didn't seem to be up to any of her usual antics, for now. So Genji remained in his seat, pulling his hoodie further over his head while keeping close watch.

{∔}-; It was almost a tradition for Sombra to stop by local food stores during her little excursions, usually after finishing whatever business needed to be dealt with, and this visit was no exception. Things tended to taste far better after a job well done.

A familiar face also happened to be lingering towards the edge of room, havingly seemingly chosen to try and keep himself hidden... unfortunate, because she had already noticed him shortly after entering.

After taking the time to collect her order, Olivia found herself a pair of chopsticks and approached the table Genji had been lurking at, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. She promptly invited herself to take a seat across from him, relaxing her arm over the tabletop.

"Hey there, Sparrow. Why don't we have a little chat?"

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🧲 Tracer

🧲: A list of things my muse finds attractive about yours

{∔}-; A strange thing to think about considering the two of them were far from friendly, but Sombra wasn't exactly opposed to humoring the idea.

"Hm... all that energy of hers is almost cute."

Olivia propped a finger against her chin as she took a moment to deliberate what else to say-

"And I'm not the type to say no to someone with a pretty smile."

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❝ lie down, you’re going to hurt yourself. ❞

{∔}-; Had she gotten overconfident during the last mission and gotten herself injured because the enemies ended up being more capable than expected? Perhaps.

While it wasn't common place for Sombra to underestimate her opponents, she had been told most of the people employed in the place Talon had gone for were fresh recruits, leading her to assume things were going to be easier.

Having blacked out at some point, she expected to find herself in Talon's medical bay when she inevitably woke up... but where she ended up was somewhere entirely unfamiliar.

Olivia attempted to push herself upwards so she could observe the place, but a searing pain in her left wrist caused her to shift towards a position that could hold it comfortably. As she stirred, a blonde woman approached her, someone that seemed vaguely familiar.

"¿En serio, dónde diablos estoy?"

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@femtaille​

{∔}-; Failing a mission was uncommon for Talon, especially when multiple of their best employees had been fielded. Sombra stayed behind to do some extra research on future marks, seeing as the team had been confident they would come back with what they wanted before they left, but the sour attitudes everyone returned with spoiled the results before she even had to ask.

While the disappointment was expected from most of the others, Widowmaker returning with a look even more grim than her usual was strange, which peaked Olivia’s curiosity. 

Approaching Amelie while their higher ups were still discussing important matters seemed like a bad idea, so she waited until she was confident the two of them could speak uninterrupted and then stepped in to the room with a soft click of the tongue to announce her presence.

“Someone’s looking grumpy today. Why don’t you tell me what all of you got up to out there?”