#anacree

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an overwatch sketchdump  

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I’m back

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title: smooth series: N/A warnings: N/A words: 1,597 summary: McCree enlists Ana for help with shaving. notes: i literally got sick of looking at this so that’s why it doesn’t have a proper ending, lmao, it’s also really short & self indulgent but hopefully i’ll write some more anacree eventually that’s better hhh

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Jesus Christ, it is so hot.

Jesse’s used to the heat, but sometimes it gets to him. It heats his prosthetic arm and it makes him sweat in his serape, his hair stick to his forehead.

It’s even worse when he’s travelling— constantly moving from place to place, the only respite in trains or busses or planes, or in malls and stores where he’s likely to get noticed and dragged in for his bounty.

Right now, he’s staying in a shitty, country-side hotel with Ana; they still exist, even in 2076. The wallpaper is peeling off, the carpet smells vaguely of vomit and cigarette ash, and the bathroom mirror is cracked to hell and back, but it’s the only place they wouldn’t get questioned with enough money pumped through reception.

Winston’s recall, as it turns out, wasn’t so easy to respond to when you had an odd sixty million on your head.

He’s sitting in the tiny kitchen portion of their room, his prosthetic arm resting on the dining table, hat discarded to the side. His plain red button-up needs a wash, and he’s left the top two buttons undone. To be fair, they hadn’t exactly had the time to hunt down a laundromat.

Earlier he’d fished out his straight razor and his shaving cream. His beard was starting to get itchy beyond his goatee— damnit, but his prosthetic was too uncomfortable to wear in the heat.

Ok, maybe he didn’t think that out too well.

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Mccree is chilling And yep, i’m not confident in eyes yet

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“When the gun is in your hand... you pull the trigger with your soul.”  -HTF by AlmaMeDuele

[ a comic page to honor one of my favorite bits of dialogue, its been sitting in my wips for roughly ten million years ]

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