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“HE IS MADE OF SMOKE!!!!! HOW DOES THAT WORK!!!!!”

*takes a long drag of weed* “Tentacles”

Lena’s given up herself and rolled one. Thanks for the drugs Sombra. 

“Why am I not surprised. They're still not concrete though, are they?”

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infiltrationiisms replied to your post: a good diet      exercise                    \o/  ...

Sombra chugging a monster and 20 straight hours of hacking ‘u wot?’

     “come with me on a run.”

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infiltrationiisms replied to your post: who can i throw daemon!iggs at

Throw him at Demon Hunter Sombra

:3c 

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@infiltrationiisms liked this for a starter

“I don’t have a drinking problem,” he grunted, “now do me a favor and gimme the stubbie that’s over there.”

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@infiltrationiisms |  “starter call”

It had been his turn to decide the location of their meeting, and was all too happy to do so. Settling for a quiet coffee shop, he leans forward in his chair, placing his phone down on the table. Given that the last few occasions had seen him brush elbows with various seedy types, per her instruction, this meeting was going to be of both the quiet and trouble-free sort. Brock had been aware that she knew, for quite a while, actually, that he was always on the look out for the next big scoop-- with an emphasis placed on size. In a similar regard to his hunger plagued other, his own appetite for investigative journalism knew no bounds. Seeking a challenge, he wanted to avoid soft targets like the scandals that had embroiled Overwatch, dismissing it as easy prey. For he was after larger game, something that had real meat on its bones as well as the capacity to bite back should he poke the beast. He wanted....       “Information on the Life Foundation. Do you have it?”

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@infiltrationiisms | small starter call

“If you claim to know as much as do then tell me this... who am I?” A god without friends or allies, for one. But then several decades had passed since the Thanos debacle occurred, and a new world order arose in its place.   “Well? I am waiting to hear your answer.” 

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“isn’t it too EARLY for hackers to be awake, my love?”

@infiltrationiisms​ | iki !

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THE MOVEMENT OF his fingers halts instantly when that skull pops up on his screen. He blinks in surprise, then golden eyes shift to look at Sombra as he puts his holopad away. Slowly, a smile crosses his features until a laugh escapes him, his hands coming to rest upon her waist. He should have known better than to deny her his attention; he will likely not make the same mistake a second time.

❝ How mischievous of you, ❞ he remarks, humor sprinkled in his tone. She is demanding, but never in a way that annoys him as it would with most others. No, he finds her much more tolerable. He leans in once more to peck her cheek, then sits back in his chair. ❝ Alright, you have my full attention, Sombra. ❞