#without form

i am an amorphous blob but thank you though!

Result: 29 - your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

   IT WAS JUST a gentle touch. A small assertion of the other’s shoulder. He only wanted to reassure Hanzo’s attention, only having the back of his head as his audience as he turned his way from Zenyatta. But there was tension, Zenyatta knew it well. He never imagined though, that such a delicate touch could lead to such catastrophe. 

It’d been another day at the tea house. Today, he’d actually gotten a fair amount of things done. He tended to his garden, his bonsai tree ; he mixed some tea blends, he also blended a mixture of spices & made incenses with it. 

He wasn’t expecting company, though. But he was always welcoming any visitors. Genji, especially. Speaking of . . . 

Zenyatta turned his head lightly as he blended a fragrant essence together in a petite ceramic bowl on an oriental table, where he was seated on the ground. Probably more tea blends. Never enough tea. Even if he himself cannot partake in it, he was still quite good at creating nice blends.

    “     Ah! Genji, hello, my friend. What brings you here today? ”