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[stormbowed-a]

   “ may i.....pet it ? ” he’s glancing down to the little puppy wiggling in the omnic’s arms.   // @superchargcr

[lazrvs-a]

@superchargcr ♥’d.

     ❛ Don’t you feel the cold? ❜

     Perhaps it’s not the smartest thing to do, coming out of hiding away from the world in the cover of the snow to speak to her, but he’s seen her around helping others, and the curiosity has crossed his mind. Perhaps she’d be more accepting of him; enough to have a conversation with him. Most wouldn’t dare, it made him cautious when picking who to approach.

[lazrvs-a]

superchargcr replied to your post: out . Taking a look at a timeline I roughly based...

You aren’t an adult when you dress like you just stepped out of an MCR music video

out . he’s trying okay let him live

[lazrvs-a]

@superchargcr ♥’d.

     ❛ You’re not much. ❜ His tone is condescending as he takes his from from the shadows, guns absent from his claws. ❛ From what they describe you as, I expected more. I’m surprised that our revered fearless leader hasn’t reduced you to scrap. ❜ 

     The black clad assassin takes an audible breath in a clear attempt to keep some emotion under control. Perhaps playing the loyal dog was starting to get to him. Perhaps the memories of the omnics and their war was grinding him. All he would do was grit his teeth and clench his fists tight enough to feel the claws through the gloves. 

     ❛ You should back out while you’re ahead. Before money gets placed on your creators head. Money that I’d be interested in. ❜ Gabriel’s ‘fair’ habits die hard.

[coyotefaced]

❝ You still get to be the hero. ❞

You still get to play pretend, you still get to think you’re doing right.

            His stomach turns, he raises a hand to usher the silence in. No words. Something sinister hides behind her visage of sunlight incarnate. She doesn’t mean it. She’s not trying to harm him, to dredge up something he’d buried deep enough to be considered prehistoric, a relic of something bygone and long, long dead. 

His mouth goes dry, he looks down. 

You still get to be the hero. 

            Every white hat he’s offered turns black in his hands, tainted with the spread of rot that still festered in his heart no matter how hard he tried to cut it out. His knife is dull and old, his will is weak. The cancer remains. 

“ You really think so ”

             A statement, a confirmation. He drops his hand and makes no move to hide the way his smile turns uneasy, and sour. . 

“ Well, I’d sure hate to disappoint you ”

[stormbowed-a]

“Agent Hanzo, I have returned from the grocery store. Genji informed me you would need this for your beard soon.” Dumps a bag of hair dye in front of him for everyone else to see.

      he’s speechless, for all of one moment before he’s toeing the pile, fingers moving to scratch at his jawline. “ i suppose you should send the recite to genji, for he’s the sole reason of my stress induced greying.” was his goatee really that bad ?             

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