#yeppeundva

“I could use your help with something, Song-san.” 

He’s asking from the watchpoint’s kitchen, eyes down on the cutting board. It had been quite quiet lately - not that such a thing bothered him. No, but he was starting to enjoy company, even for longer segments of time. 

“Have you ever made ramen?” 

     ❛ have you never seen blood before, kleines Mädchen? ❜ A mundane and scornful inquiry, had the elder's coattails not been saturated in red. Medic appears impassive, save for her arms which now fold 'cross her bosom.

“ Wrong! ” is what Hana wanted to say, yet she couldn’t; he spoke the truth. It was only easier to keep her mind on one thought: bad versus good, wrong and right. It’s all it ever will be, even though she really knew it wasn’t. “ Yeah, right… ” She was able to mutter out a response. 

“Yeah figures you’d respond like that. Easier for someone like you to understand the world like that.” Lucio responded to her, a tiny bit of disappointment in his voice. Lucio knew what D.Va had done, all the dead omnic’s. And her response only seemed to validate his opinions about her actions.

He’d been up for a couple nights in a row. 

Without another person to pilot his small fishing vessel, he had to stay awake to steer it though the rough waters. He couldn’t afford to leave it still for the purpose of sleep - he knew too well what the unwatched waves could do to boats. At dawn, he’d finally hit the shores of Korea, exhaustion never truly hitting him till his feet touched the sand. 

Needless to say, the fatigue got the better of him. Using all the energy that remained to tie his boat down, he just barely managed to drop some blankets before falling asleep on the shore. Thankfully it didn’t seem to be particularly populated - only the occasional wanderer enjoying a morning walk. 

The waves lulling him into a steady slumber, he doesn’t let himself worry. Yet Yorigami, crawling out of the ocean in his shrunken form, shakes the waters away and joins him on the blankets for all of three minutes before playing in the sand. He was free of scolding - or being thrown straight back to the ocean - from his master who slept so soundly. 

If I get ten “accents” I’ll record myself saying all this!

10/10

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

hanzo misses hanamura (his hometown) more than anything.  he’s like luke danes with his coffee shop at stars hollow??? ya feel???  he just wants his saké and (not top) ramen.

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

that he has accepted himself for who he is, and he embraces it.  the reason why is still fighting for his life (despite of his past) is because a part of him believes that he will live a happier life.