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     Talon had a way with pulling strings and, although he didn’t agree with their views, Hanzo didn’t have much of a choice but to do as he was told. In a cruel twist of fate, they were the ones saved his life after the phantom of a brother he once had nearly ended it. Now he finds himself on loan to the Vishkar and the body guard of a woman who either has little to no interest in him or simply was to busy to care.

     At least she’s polite, quiet, and respectful. All traits the disgraced Shimada admired and worked well with. She could handle herself, Hanzo had no doubt, but with the rise in hostile Omnic activity nearby, it never hurt to have an extra pair of eyes watching one’s back. With a quiet sigh, he set down a teapot and two cups, along with whatever else might be added to the steaming brew, upon a table nearby.

      shoving a half eaten rice cake into her mouth, hana held her mug tightly as she re-entered the garage. she stopped mid stride, watching the woman look over her mech. oh.

       she briefly recalled a meeting on someone new joining overwatch, but she slept through it and barely skimmed the notes that mccree had dutifully given her. this new lady, her name was.... uh.

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damn deadlock and all their hijinks. he hauls his BEATEN arm into his lap to assess the damage, trying to bite back the pained GROWL in his throat. the wound bites into his prosthetic, and that’s where the CONCERN is; he doesn’t know how to fix that. what he does know about his extension is still LIMITED, at this point. wires and circuits are different than flesh and bone, and a part of him wants to just go back to being ONE– HANDED so he doesn’t have to deal with it. hazel eyes dart up after a moment to gauge the HELP that he’s been offered.

Some Memes | | > Accepting 

“Honestly, it could be a lot worse, my dear.” 

He was unaware of the ‘CHOICES’ she spoke of, but he could make an educated guess. A combination of lack of sleep, a craving for sweets, and Satya’s endless pursuit of perfection created a maelstrom of misfortune indeed. The kitchen was an absolute disaster, coconut flakes and flour strew around, some hardlight bots still attempting to do something with with mess but are quite overwhelmed. Nothing was broken, however, and Satya hadn’t managed to hurt herself in the process. 

 —————         ❛❛ yup ! ❜❜  scooting  over,  hana  made  room  for  satya  before  crossing  her  legs  and  sitting  applesauce.  ❛❛ what  did  you  say  this  was  again ?  i’ve  never  seen  it ! ❜❜