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Glorified Babysitter || toastedaussie

Genji sat with his arms crossed over his chest and legs propped up on the table. Two guards stood at the door making sure he didn’t run off anywhere. Just a precaution while his new bodyguard was shown in - or rather his new babysitter. That was all they were at this point.

His father was insistent that he has one though and tried his best to find someone that could handle his handful of a son and keep track of him. Genji wasn’t too happy about it, but he couldn’t argue. So here he sat waiting for his new bodyguard, seeing how big of a bubble he could blow with his gum just to try and annoy the guards at the door.

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     “Do you mind. . .” Hanzo growled, staring at the person who decided to take up residence at his doorway as he was changing.

     @toastedaussie ; short starter

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In Fawkes’ fields

Closed Hanahaki verse rp with @toastedaussie | continued from here x

The mention of the green at his neck pulls the omnic out of the trance he had been in, studying the flowerbuds on the left side of his chassis. Had he been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard or felt the other approach? He filed this information away for later. Something was the matter with him, but he couldn’t exactly place what.

“Mister Fawkes. I did not hear you coming.” Zenyatta greets the man with a slight nod of his head, then moves his head to apparently more flowerbuds in his neck.

“I...did not have this knowledge either. Perhaps a bird dropped a seed and it started to grow.” But if that was the case that meant he slacked on maintenance. 

                       “Perhaps I have been careless in my maintenance.” 

Perhaps.

[thexdragonxbecomesxme]

Past Perfect - Toastedaussie

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It had been years, almost ten since high school and since Jamie had broken his heart all over the city sidewalk. But Genji had found his career in modelling, Hanzo being his agent and pointing him in the right direction. It had made both Shimadas wildly successful, coasting on Hanzo’s business sense and Genji’s natural charm. He’d changed a few things, his hair was now black with just a few streaks being green and he had a few piercings in his ears, but Genji worked out and stayed in good enough shape to be attractive to a wide audience. 

One day, after a shoot, Genji decided to stop at the food truck near the magazine building and paused when he noticed a familiar blonde head, a smile coming to his face. 

“Excuse me...Jamie?” he said, laughing a little. “Oh my god, it’s been ages!”

[glimpseofmastery-blog]

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“Aw, Jamison. You have to admit, it is catchy.” The monk offers a bright smile to the Aussie, using a hand to cover the dial on the radio, their chair angled to block his way to it. If he wanted to turn it off he’d have to go though them. They always loved the Christmas music, though it was repetitive, which they never minded. It made them just as happy as seeing the lights at night and the Christmas sweaters, which they were rather fond of despite how crude many of the designs were (the ones that light up are their favorite).

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“Solo….Solo, where have I heard that before…” The scavenger still shrugged and hummed as he put his arm around the other’s shoulders, pulling him to his side. He leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I like both o’ them. Fit ya both.” He went straight again. “I could call ya Kylo Ben - how’bout that hm?”

     “Oh I have no doubt you’ve heard the name,” there was bitterness in Kylo’s tone, “Everyone’s heard of the infamous smuggler Han Solo--or the brave and influential General Organa.” He hated them, infamous or not, they were terrible parents.       He grimaced at the name, side-glancing to Jamison, “I’d rather just Kylo Ren. Ben Solo, any part of it, is a past long gone, dead and should stay that way.”

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The shoe is promptly thrown back at the other, before he bends down against the table to see what his brother so desperately wants.

‘ Eh? Whatcha need? ’

[breakiitdown-a]

              Lùcio looks away when Jamison mentioned the fact that he was starring at him, and instead, places himself on the other’s bed -- letting out a sigh. “I’m not sure, she didn’t seem to want to see me.”  he’ll explain, looking past him to whatever game he seemed to be playing at the moment. “is this what you do most of the time?”  // @toastedaussie cont. from thing lmoa