#tracer---speaks

[genjispeaks]

What are ya hoping for this holiday season, Genji? (Tracer—-speaks)

Some time to appreciate the event! I would love to spend it with my friends. Who knows... perhaps I should write my family, too.

Heh.

[baptistespoke]

🔮(tracer—-speaks)

A staring contest is serious business.

Baptiste and Mauga sat across from each other, both of them unblinking. Sombra officiated the match, her focus darting from one man to the other to watch for any blinks. Baptiste’s eyes were beginning to water, but surely Mauga couldn’t hold on for much longer either, right? Victory felt certain, no matter how much his eyes begged to close. But Mauga suddenly leaned closer, his voice almost at a whisper: “I can flirt better than you.”

The medic jumped back in surprise. Of course, that had caused him to blink, and of course, Sombra had to point it out. Mauga stood, raising his huge arms in triumph. “You can’t beat the master at his own game, buddy!” He announced. Baptiste rubbed his burning eyes before raising an eyebrow at Mauga.

“You said you can flirt better than me?”

“I’ve never seen you flirt a day in your life.”

“I could probably flirt your pants off if I wanted to!”

Mauga scoffed, and Baptiste immediately realized he wanted him to prove it. He stammered, realizing that he’d never done anything like this before. “I knew it. You can’t flirt!” Mauga laughed loudly. Baptiste had to come up with something soon. He refused to be defeated again.

“No, wait! I got it.” He stood abruptly, putting on the best ‘flirty’ face he could come up with. “I don’t think a lot, but when I do? It’s always about you.”

Mauga froze, his eyes going wide. Sombra burst into a fit of laughter, while Baptiste smirked proudly. “Alright, fine, that was pretty good.” Mauga admitted, his smile returning.

“If you two keep doing things like that, people will start to think you’re dating!” Sombra laughed.

“Yeah, like that’ll ever happen. We’re all friends here.” Baptiste paid no mind to how Mauga’s grin faltered.

“Yeah. We’re friends.”

[baptistespoke]

Baptiste! I heard you 'ave a cat now! Can I come over and pat 'em some time, please?? (Tracer---speaks)

"Sure you can, but I wouldn't really call them a... cat. They're more of a cat... person?"

@tracer---speaks

[zenyattaspeaks]

Trick or treat! (Tracer—-speaks)

Happy Halloween, my friend! Do be safe in your travels!

He hands you a small metal ball, similar to the orbs he carries. It's carved with the same intricate pattern, only it is solid and not meant to come apart. Blessed by the Iris indeed.

[fawkes-speaks]

Trick or treat! (Tracer---speaks)

“Uh, I recognize that voice I think? Didn’t I give y’something earlier mate, are you trying to fool me hahah!” The man would giggle to himself constantly as he tried to collect himself but he couldn’t stop, his body physically trembling from the energy he had before turning around some. He would rub the top of his head a bit right at his receding hairline, shrugging some with a giggle before leaning down to try and find the bag he had of goodies.He still couldn’t see and he was starting to get really confused on what was going on but he couldn’t find it in him to care too much right now as he dropped down on his knees to pat around for the bag to pull out a small toy this time around; a small robotic feline toy was pulled out as he felt it to try and figure out what it was before holding it up for her to grab. “I think it’s a cat? Someone turn the lights out on me I just.. can’t seem to see anything heheh. Hope you enjoy your second gift I think?”

[genjispeaks]

Trick or treat! (Tracer—-speaks)

[genjispeaks]

60. Ever won a competition? For what? (Tracer—-speaks)

Kendo! I was very proud.

[genjispeaks]

Ever tried to lick your elbow? (Tracer—-speaks)

I can! Right now! Can you??