ᴘᴏᴅᴇʀ ʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴏʟ

      “Can I help you?” It’s said with a flat, impatient bite to her voice, violet eyes peering over the screen in front of her with a slight curl of her lip. 

      “So like,” a pause, a long ‘nail’ tapping against the side of the apple in hand as she took a bite, brows jumping upward as she gestured with it toward the other’s hair. 

      Target: acquired---            There was no reason for her to talk to him; hell, there was no reason for her to be in the same vicinity as him. As far as she was aware, the younger Shimada was low on Reaper’s so-called ‘list’. Maybe it was a Blackwatch thing. Maybe it was a Reyes thing. Either way, she probably shouldn’t have been messing with him.            That, of course, meant that she really just had to. After all, wouldn’t want to disappoint old skullface, now would she? He’d be expecting this much, she thought-- after all, he had her all figured out.            (Como si fuera tan fácil.) 

Sombra // OVERWATCH