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[bouquet-of-muses]

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|| Haruhi sipped her tea, brought to her by her ebony-haired host’s elderly butler. She was finally meeting Satsuki, Ryuko’s older sister, and the current CEO of the Kiryuin Corporation. Haruhi had heard much about her from Ryuko since the girl had arrived at Ouran Academy. She often spoke of how great and cool her older sister was, and Haruhi definitely got that aura from just being in the same room as her. ||

|| Haruhi also now fully understood the whole “cold, intimidating exterior” that Ryuko had described. There had to be some way to pierce it... ||

“So, um, Satsuki-san, d-do you suppose I could get somethiing to go with the tea? You know, like a pastry...”

[robotfamiliar]

rxssianthunder replied to your post:wheezes I made a Pharah blog out of a whim

…i heard from a little birdy you made a pharah blog, mind tellin’ me the name?

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It's hot out

She’s lounging under a big umbrella, safe from the harsh sun watching as the rest of the team went about their business. Though to be fair, she’s mixing ice cold drinks to share and the shade will definitely help keep things cool. She says to herself as an excuse.

Just within her view, she watches as the Russian heavyweight is sweating bullets probably not used to this sort of weather, nothing like the motherland she supposed.

Zarya peels of her top and Angela’s interest is a little piqued, what impressive musculature, such a well built frame, she looked every bit like Russia’s gigantic Mechs.

She calls the weightlifter over, offering a nice ice cold lemonade.

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rxssianthunder

Chuckling Zarya would step forward and pull the smaller woman in for a big bear hug as it would be called. Zarya was glad that she was worried, “da but now you have a stain on your jacket” She put Tracer back on the ground and poked at the spot that was not on her jacket.

“I heard blood stains badly in clothing. Does you…Do you have more than just this one jacket?” Zarya decided to wipe the rest of the blood off of her face not that there was much left.

Tracer yelped as she was pulled into a hug, she really wasn’t expecting it but she accepted it anyway, who didn’t love a hug? Giggling the woman looked up at her, shrugging at the mention of the bloodstain.

“I mean, we fight with people a lot, I end up with blood on my jacket quite often, I kinda have an entire wardrobe for these specific jackets.” she laughs, placing her hands in her pockets, relaxing more.

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