Stalk thy prey and let loose thy talons upon the darkness.

He doesn’t seem bothered by the other at all, even electing to perch on his shoulder. 

As he turned to her her smile never faltered, if anything it grew softer. Part of her mind wondered why Genji insisted upon the need to avoid questions such as these, but she supposed she wouldn’t force him to answer them if he wished not to do so. Her shoulders relaxed to almost a slouch before she spoke up again, this time to possibly make light of the situation.

“‘Sthank you, Doctor Ziegler. Your approval means a lot to me, more than you know.” The ninja took silent steps ahead until he was within grasp of Mercy, his hands neatly at his sides. “I apologize if I came across as rude. I did not mean to dodge your inquiry. Is there any’sing you wish to take notes on?”

a destiny au mcgenji commission for @tearitar!! you can read the fic here!! (its VERY GOOD!!!)

The Sparrow took a few steps forward and fiddled with the releases of his helmet, his suit whirring and clicking as locks undid themselves. Removing the face plate only so that just the crown of his head and his neck were armored, Genji held out his visor and turned it over, pointing to the right side of the inner display, “This side has noticeable feedback delay,” he told Mercy, “The heads-up-display cannot keep with my movements, hindering use of things toward my right.”

Genji’s face, as scarred and dyed brown from so many war marks, was relatively tame and without malice, as if he paid no mind to the fact that he was more machine than flesh. His hair, however, had come in quite nicely, the green locks shifting around whenever he turned his head.

Bad News… Just a Genji. Spending a noon in Shambhala. Enjoy.

I made a thing. Good thing I guess… Enjoy this thing. 

“So close, now I can show you, all the inner working things. Stay, Hello Heavy, you made me… a Bad Machine. “