Mar 27, 2019
"Hanzo. Please remember to put your computer in sleep mode. It was still tabbed to bad dragon."
“I had it open for a reason. Why did you even look?”
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"Hanzo. Please remember to put your computer in sleep mode. It was still tabbed to bad dragon."
“I had it open for a reason. Why did you even look?”
"My oh my. You are the last person I was expecting to see, Han-Chan."
Nostalgia tinged with anxiety dropped heavy in his chest, sudden and cold like a stone in snowmelt. He knew her voice, her face, that nickname - but he also knew what he’d done, and what he’d suffered, since the clan had shut her out. Did she know? How much? And how much did she hate him?
“Mother...” escaped on his breath, a fragile sort of whisper that sent a slight shiver through his expression. Swallowing hard but failing to hide his emotion, Hanzo managed more clearly, “I, I could say the same of you.”
@theiinformant
FIGHT ME!!!
“I am sorry but I see no need to fight you.”
“You look...familiar...”
How much wood can a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
「 ༀ - it will chuck as much wood as it will. 」
「 ༀ - i am certainly not one to guess. 」
Please destroy that crab. It scares me.
“My apologies, but I cannot. That crab is actually the Prince of Darkness, the Ruler of Hell, Mundus himself, in crab form. I’m afraid that destroying him is out of my league.”
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"Help me figure out a question your robot boyfriend can't use fortune cookie answers to solve!"
“My... what?” He’s tired, puzzled and apparently engaged in a relationship he had no idea about. “I don’t date fortune cookies- ... wait, you mean, Zenyatta, don’t you. Mom... No.” There’s a resigned sigh. “Okay, once again, slower - how am I supposed to help you with him?”
"Can the flames from your weird horns actually burn? Can I cook a marshmallow on them?"
Sigh.
Or more of an exhausted demonic huff.
He bends his head to the side.
Go nuts, lady.
"I just found out you are the woman who saved my son. Thank you."
“Oh.. it’s ok.. you’re welcome?” she stumbled a little, “I’m glad i could help”