#timexout

“The fuck?”

Nom.

Genji was definitely bored in this meeting. He looked around the room, seeing Tracer and grinning a little at her before she stuck her tongue out. He chuckled a bit, sticking his own out back at her and tugging at the lower lid of his left eye in challenge. 

“Now, now, a young lady shouldn’t use such words.” he tsks before backhanding her hard enough to split the skin of her cheek. He looks down at the red she spat at him, glad he’d forgone the suit coat.  “You know, in a way, I envy you humans. Omnics can’t cry, we can’t bleed. We just spark and sputter and die and let me tell you that’s very boring. Humans, however, can cry, little diamonds of sorrow and anguish while liquid ruby drains from every cut and bludgeon. At least, while its fresh, then it just turns to flaking mud.” he hums.  Maximilien looked down at his work so far, most of her left hand skinless since he’d been peeling it away in strips like a potato. Lena hadn’t told them anything and part of him hopes she doesn’t so he can continue to have his fun. 

“You’re so cool, Lena, you know?”

Morrison stands and stretches, collecting his ammo pouch and making a bit production of moving slowly, then nods at her. “Thought you’d never ask. Onward to Voltron, kid. Let’s step lively.”

Where is the skin, Jeff??

“Now I like dollars, I like diamonds I like stunting, I like shining I like million dollar deals Where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin' I like those Balenciagas, the ones that look like socks I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch ~! “