#lastion

Lúcio bit his lip, trying to figure out how to respond to that. How do you tell Bastion of all people that, no, humans aren’t that strong? He didn’t want to burst its bubble though... Oh, this was killing him. “Um...I’m not sure how to tell you this bud, but uh, I ain’t that strong, dude.”

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//How Bastion thinks this would work with Lúcio XD

The heavy thump-thump of feet clearly of metal and wire surfaces in his audio. Drawn near, flaxen light, washing warm over back plates and wiring, shirks in the face of his towering comrade. Now swathed by ample shadow, the smaller omnic turns his body to face the newcomer, the motion as smooth as thick rivulets, and bobs his head in a welcoming gesture. It speaks in no discernible language. At least, no language discernible for those who’re of flesh and bone. To Zenyatta, however, the language is different but not entirely gibberish. The chirp sounds... uncertain. 

Confused, maybe, is the better descriptor.