#ryuunin

Jesse sat and listened carefully to every word Genji said. He watched how he reacted to the clan and scratched that off on the list of things to talk about. He could still remember when someone brought up Deadlock around him. “Fine huh?” He questioned as Genji moved away from him.

He scoffed and tilted his head, “As much as I wanna see your sword against my gun, it ain’t gonna happen anytime soon.” When Genji finally explained his angry he lifted an eyebrow at him. What was said about him got him angry? Part of him inwardly smiled at the idea. “Well, I’m honored that you care so much, but I gotta tell you I don’t give a shit what they say.” He stood up and walked over to Genji. He stood just a bit taller than him, probably by one inch.

“‘How does Reyes’s leash feel?’, ‘Did you lick his boots and bring him food?’” McCree shrugged, “You think I don’t hear? You think I ain’t heard worse? Genji after my first year I stopped giving a shit. What they said didn’t matter, because they didn’t know what it was like.”

He pursed his lips and rolled up his sleeve. The Deadlock tattoo was still on his arm there was a bit of scaring around it, but it could still clearly be seen. “Don’t know how it’s done in Japan,” he spoke softly, “But once you got a mark on you, you belong to them. After I left I didn’t belong to them no more...I was gonna burn it off. That’s what you ‘spose to do.” He pointed to the most prominent scar. “Reyes caught be when I barely started. You should have heard him. You thought he could yell before,” he chuckled fondly at the memory.

ryuunin liked for a starter.

The end of the rest of his life, at least that’s what Jesse kept calling this day since his father broke the news to him. He felt the same as he did now, angry and full of absolute dread. There had been fights and words that he could never take back over this. Despite everything it was happening anyway. He was dressed in his father’s suit, it fit him rather well. His hair was cut not slicked back like his mother wanted. It was cut ‘to be at least presentable,’ her words were. His bangs still fell over his eyes and he still had his stubble, he shaved for her.

Of course he wanted the war to end. He could hear his mentor Gabriel’s words over the matter, “Just bite the bullet kid, you’ll be fine”. Easy for him to say, he didn’t have to get married to one of he Shimada’s. It was the younger one if he could remember, the one closer to his age. He burned through whatever time he had left walking to his room. He stared at the door before sighing, “Just bite the bullet,” he whispered to himself and knocked. He answered to quickly for his liking, but opened the door regardless.

// like an RP post?

Angela has to roll onto her toes to stop herself from crashing into Genji when he suddenly blocks her path, glad her tea was in a sealed travel cup or one of them could have been burned.

“Genji?” she replies curiously, watching as he removed his mask, barely registering what was said before there was a hand on her cheek and soft lips against hers. 

Too brief, her mind supplied unhelpfully as she watched his grin disappear behind his mask.