ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜱᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡ.

     ah. just what he needed! a reminder that genji can and could totally skin him and flay him with his… rather copious amount of blades. like a fish. sounds like fun times! ( it does not. mirage prefers having his skin connected to his body, thank you very much. ) he reaches out for a friendly flick against genji’s visor. “ never figured that you’d be a guy that wouldn’t know how to cook. guess i’m your perfect guy, huh? “ he grins, cheeky. “ it makes sense. i’m perfect, after all. “ 

     he leans away a moment later, in case genji decides that he much rather see mirage’s pretty face cut up by his blades ( it’s not a irrational guess, mirage’s sure that mr. stink up every room he’s in, caustic, would want that to happen ). “ i mean, i’m not denying anymore me time, but i’m kinda up to learning some more close combat? like, a punch here, a bam here, that sorta thing. it’s what the people of the outlands wanna see, y’know? more of me. “

a head cant, warm curiosity bubbles within crafted bones. ❛                          you wish to spar with me ?  ❜  nothing is spoken about the affirmations or the thump against the illuminated plating, zephyr’s breeze stranding the words & actions to passing time. the request is surprising                         perhaps . . . cheating as he would enhance mirage’s combat abilities but it has been far too long; petals settled  /  𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩.  ❛  i will teach you of  what i have been taught                           not everything, it is not fun fighting without variance.  ❜