He catches his hat before it could shift too much. He huffs at her, correcting the hat with his own fond smile. His brow hooks upward, his smile faltering for a second. He knows that for a friend usually isn’t true. But if it was, suddenly he was trying to figure out which being wanted to get him something and was too afraid to ask.

Jesse had gotten into an issue. It happened now and then. Especially when he needed a drink and time away from the whole HERO shit. But everyone knew that when Jesse got drunk, shit went down. Which is likely when hours went by without a check in, his little sister got worried.

[text]: m fune 

send ⚠ to pick up/carry my muse

          Being a cyborg, many would expect Genji be at least double his former weight due to all the extra mechanical parts. Surprisingly, that was not the case. He’d gotten lighter. He needed to be, to be as agile as he was. So even Hana, being nearly a foot shorter than him, could at the very least get him off the ground without much trouble.

          “Ah-- Hana. Can you put me down?” Had she just been trying to test her strength? Well, even if Genji wasn’t exactly that heavy, now she knew she could lift him up.