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23. There’s blood on your shirt.
It only took a few experimental sniffs to figure out why she’d been feeling so spontaneously hungry. She’d woken up from her nap and realised that the spot next to her was cool and empty.
The smell of blood however, was enough temptation to persuade her to step out of her warm blanket burrow and trot into the living room to rub up against his legs in hope that he’d brought some food.
“There’s blood on your shirt.”
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“I think I would prefer to be dressed if we are to drink,” he huffed in return, though clearly amused. Loose pants and a t-shirt, that’s what he decided to wear. Just something comfortable.
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4: nuzzle kiss.
The omnic chuckles as he tries to push the cowboy on top of him away. Jokingly, of course. He loved the attention, relished a little in it. But the kisses given to him were tickling him, and he chuckled softly, his body squirming under the nuzzles and kisses.
“McCree--, Jesse. Jesse stop!” he laughed, trying to get away from the kisses.
“i said, whoever threw that, your mom’s a ho.”
❝ Excuse me, I don’t think you’d be talking about my momma like that. ❞
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“Angie, somfink happened las’ misson an’.. I’m stuck.” Jesse was.. A child. No more than five or six, tugging on Angela’s skirt as he tried to keep his hat on. “C’n y’fix me?”
A brow raised, gently crouching down beside him. “I don’t know.” Her head tilted to the side, but she hadn’t said anything yet. “What happened, exactly?”
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“I’m just a shooter, Zarya. Ain’t nothin’ special.”
“You don’t have to be special. You’re enough.”
Before class would start in the morning, Hanzo had gotten up early like he always did. Run some errands for his mother, do some grocery shopping, study, there was always something to do. This time, he had gone to the gym to get some morning training in, stopping by a coffee shop on his way back to the campus. Freshly showered, clean clothes and coffee in hand, he almost looked like he wasn’t tired at all, yet it soon became clear that he was anything but that.
Rummaging in his satchel for his phone and earbuds while walking, he didn’t notice the young man who was sleeping on the floor. He only noticed him when it was already too late. Tripping over the man’s legs, Hanzo frantically and instinctively tried to get in balance again. The good news was, he managed to stay up on his feet. The bad news was that he stepped on the man’s foot and spilled some hot coffee on him while doing so.
“Shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t- Are you alright?” Hanzo spat out as he quickly got off the man and by his side, reaching out with his free hand, yet unsure where he was reaching out to or what kind of help he was even going to offer.
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❝ That’s what makes you my favorite. Every wicked bit of you. ❞
“Favourite person to torment?”
Sombra’s mood only spoiled further. Ever since a little incident at the shooting range, she’d been confined to her cell until further notice. After being allowed to walk free, having gained a certain amount of trust previously, this felt more than a little cramped.
She didn’t know what they wanted with her anymore.
