Sam I Am

Ruining someone’s dream journal

Pretending you didn’t ruin that person’s dream journal

hanzo: (adjusting his tie) yes

genji: im surprised. usually on a friday night you just go out and get shitfaced like you’re living the asian frat boy experience you never could

hanzo:

genji: you’re wearing the prada. you never wear the prada.

hanzo: it’s for a good date

genji: how good can it be? i imagine you can’t afford to set your standards too high, brother

hanzo: (barely resisting the urge to make minced meat out of his brother again) he’s very sweet and smart

genji: is he.

hanzo: (shakily putting pomade in his hair) he’s got like, five phd’s.

genji: sounds like you don’t deserve him.

hanzo: (shaping his beard, barely contained anger) i assure you, i’ve told him that before already. he is quite sweet in that he insists he get to know me before he dismisses me.

genji: he will dismiss you, regardless

hanzo: you have no way of knowing that

genji: tell me who he is, and i’ll find out

hanzo:

genji: who is he?

hanzo: (gay silence)

genji: brother. who is he.

hanzo:

genji: wait. five phd’s?

hanzo:

genji, voice breaking: b-brot- h. hanzo. h. hanzo. who

hanzo: it’s winston

genji:

hanzo: the gorilla.

genji:

hanzo:

genji: w. wear the. wear the watch with the inlaid pearl. h (chokes up) he likes watch (visibly breaking down) he likes that. watches.

hanzo: