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People dressing in strange ways wasn’t exactly new to Tracer, everyone in Overwatch had their own styles. However this young man wasn’t from Overwatch and to Tracer his fancy clothes made him stand out.

She blinked over to him, looking him up and down curiously, trying to work out what made him different, I mean his swords were a bit of a giveaway that he wasn’t an average citizen that she had sworn to protect.

“Someone’s dressed up all fancy eh? What’s with you then kid? ‘Nother hero, I mean the world always needs more!”

Tracer loved speed and she also loved messing with people, especially people who didn’t always want to be messed with, it’s always them who probably need the laugh the most right? That was her logic behind her pranks and jokes anyway.

Sneaking up and suddenly blinking forwards so she was directly behind the man, he quickly grabbed his hat and recalled back a few metres, her giggle filling the air.

Grinning she placed the hat on her head, wearing it similarly to how McCree would wear his, placing her head on her hips and doing the most stereotypical Texan accent she could pull off she spoke, “I’m McCree. It’s high noon, reach for the sky!” she couldn’t say any more before bursting into laughter, his hat slipping in front of her eyes.