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“Alright.” McCree really didn’t have anything against cleaning himself inside Hanzo’s shower - he actually was kind of curious now, especially since the Archer had allowed him to follow. So he did, stepping behind the Archer with a wide grin on his features. “I suppose you got a towel an’ some shower gel as well.”

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@honordriven ( looks like we plot way too much don’t we )

     ❛ Looks like you're more than sufficiently fucked up. ❜ 

     Maybe he shouldn’t follow people everywhere they go. There’s the chastising voice of his angelic counterpart in the back of his mind for even speaking out. The wraith eases it off ( in short              ignores it ), flashing sharpened fangs toward the demonic presence laying low amid the trees. Of course, he was leering down from the branches of one of the trees, swinging his legs carefreely as he casts red irises down upon the other. 

     ❛ See, you are very much in luck. Because I can help with that. And I don’t even need your consent to do so. Brilliant, aren’t I? That’s what happens when you mix a little A with a little B. You get something better. But that’s beyond the point. You’re really fuckered right now, and I can fix it. Just like that. Nice, right? ❜

     He doesn’t drop down from the tree, instead he leans forward, stilling his swinging legs as he places his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, cocking his head to the left as he continues to stare down the demon who no doubt would benefit from the healing touch that Gabriel’s repertoire could easily give ( though it will sting like hell for Reaper to use it               the only issue with being half life-giving angel and half death for all intents and purposes ).

     ❛ So. Let’s pretend I actually need your consent to fix you up. Mostly because I actually enjoy hearing those... ❜ Beneath me. ❛ Less fortunate than myself ask for assistance. Call it a... ❜ Self satisfying behavior. ❛ Sense of fulfillment to the higher calling. Let’s just say some days I actually like feeling like I really helped someone in need. ❜ And get the free ego boost associated with it.

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[txt: Currently Doing That] Duh

[txt: Currently Doing That] It’s the nice, expensive kind too <3

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@honordriven

“ have you eaten today? ”

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"Ah. Happy Father's day." Cue a curt bow, before he would extend his arms, presenting a present-- a bottle of just about the most expensive sake Hanzo could find. The packaging alone seems luxurious enough, let alone the actual bottle, a fitting gift for someone like Sojiro Shimada. [ have it !! i'm still suffering from my hangover but i had to throw u a thing uvu ]

    oh, how he hated fathers day. it often reminded him of what a failure of a father he truly was. one child that didn’t care, and another who he was putting through hell to follow in his footsteps. he’d kept out of the way, a faint mention of a dinner later for him and the boys was nice -- but whether or not he wanted to do it was a different question -- but as hanzo handed over the gift to him, sojiro gave a gentle smile and bowed his head “ thank you, son. “ even if he considered himself a failure, he couldn’t be happier with how his boys had turned out. loyal, passionate. wonderful, even with their faults “ you should not have.” he muttered as he unwrapped the gift “ this is rather expensive, and your money should’ve gone to better things.”

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     "Don' much like doctors." He offers a tight smile, the pain was starting to get to him now as he watched Hanzo's expression. The knowing and the flash of possible curiosity or concern. "I'd hypothetically be seeking out someone I  trust, y' know."     His arm shifts across his middle, one gloved hand covering the portion of his side wholly saturated in blood now. "O'course, 'm fine." The cowboy nodded and lifted his eyes to Hanzo again, smiling softer than before as he shifted to subtly lean himself against a wall. "Just... Just a bit tired's all, Darlin'. Nothin' to worry about. Promise."

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      “For … that long?”

 Hanzo has to voice it out loud. Though it’s not so much the length of how long he had been asleep as it is the fact that the first thing he noticed upon waking up had been the sharpshooter, sitting next to the bed, with expression he could only describe as worry.

        Hah.

 Worry over him? Hardly. And yet as McCree speaks, it dawns on him. He sits himself up a bit straighter, wincing while he does so—right, bandages, before he gives up for now, exhaling a sigh. Could have always been worse, though, right?

        “I … ah … McCree, you need not worry, I will be alright.”.

⌠♞⌡ ;;  “Shouldn’t be so surprised, darlin’. Bullet to the side’ll do that to you.” Despite the light, amused tone, his eyes are soft with concern, and Jesse has to remind himself that Hanzo probably doesn’t wanna be touched -- so he stops himself from reaching out to do so. God, but he feels pathetic like this. Hanzo’s in the clear, sure, but it’s hard not to fret.

“Easy, easy.” And this time, he does reach out, hand on Hanzo’s shoulder to keep him from moving too quick. “Doc said you’re gonna be on bedrest for a week at least, try not t’ move too fast.”

Jesse let out a small, nervous laugh, removing his hand as Hanzo spoke to run his fingers through his own messy hair. Brown eyes averted themselves, fixing instead on the hat in Mccree’s lap.

“Too late for that.” He licked his lips. “I’m jus’ glad you’re finally up. D’ y’ need me t’ get you anything? Glass o’ water? Some food? Pain killers?”

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     He sat, knees drawn up to his chest and gun in his hands as he watched the entrance to the overwatch base casually. It wasn’t, he promised himself, that he was paranoid. Nor was he waiting for anyone. It wasn’t-couldn’t be that. A low sigh worked its way out of the gunslinger and he glanced down at the gun he was cleaning, looking up again when the doors opened. 

     “If ya were aimin’ to go to the meetin’, you’ve missed it,” Jesse drawled without looking to see who it was.

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@honordriven | | > Starter Call <3

“You’re Hanzo right? Sorry for the mess - I’m still getting used to people actually, you know, being here.” 

He knew exactly who this man was, though, he wasn’t one to bring up upsetting topics unless they needed to be discussed. Hanzo’s case was a sensitive one, and the Recall was about putting the past behind, acting on the present and seeking out a better future. While he didn’t know the specific details or complexities, he knew what happened with Genji. If it brought Hanzo any comfort, he wouldn’t bring it up unless the other desired to speak on it. 

“Regardless, I don’t think we’ve really met? Least I don’t remember ah - I’m Winston, pleasure to meet you.” 

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@honordriven​.

          the initial sos had been sent mere moments ago, but a quick glance and check of her allies positions quickly told her she was nearest to it’s vicinity. the shimada, of all people, needing assistance -- had his younger brother been present on the battlefield, she would have ignored him. genji was always the first to respond to his elder sibling, without fail. but given the circumstances, she had no choice. he needed assistance.

                    “responding.”

          the single word would give him assurance, give him patience knowing that aid was on its way. considering he’d somehow wandered into no mans land, at least away from the main heat of battle, it shouldn’t take long to pinpoint his location -- and it didn’t. there he was, crouched low to the wall, hands bloodied and teeth cut tight in a grimace. he wasn’t stranded, he was injured. it tightened her chest, pace quickening as she hurried over, tucked down to the ground before taking a knee next to her bloodied comrade. immediately, satya is pulling free bandages and gauze, knowing that before they could get anywhere near safety, hanzo needed prompt medical attention. 

          “i am here,” she spoke to him softly, voice low albeit reassuring, an attempt to avoid the attention of the scarce talon agents running past his seemingly perfect little hideout. her well manicured hand rested against a heavily tattooed forearm; the one holding pressure on the wound she had yet to lay eyes on. “let me see, i will help you.”

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( text: Jesse): Jesse, I am sorry, I– ( text: Jesse): The mission had proven more difficult than anticipated. ( text: Jesse): I had not have had time to respond until now, my apologies. 

[Text - Archer]  Are you okay? [Text - Archer] Are you hurt? Did something bad happen? [Text - Archer] I swear to god if someone hurt you...

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✆ ✿ aaaaand ♀ B))

texts | accepting @honordriven ( going for the Blackwatch boys for this ♥ )

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

     [ sms ; 7:01AM ] So do you take eggs sunny side up or scrambled?     [ sms ; 7:04AM ] Also do you want it in bed? Consider it my treat for all the work I’ve been having to pull you through. An appreciation.

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

     [ sms ; 10:56PM ] As it seems I’ve got time off. As in the rest of the evening. And I know for a fact I haven’t given you a job to do recently.      [ sms ; 10:57PM ] So, should you be interested, feel free to pass by my room; I’d be more than pleased to have a more… intimate get to know with you.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

     [ sms ; 12:00AM ] Hanzo, I want to preface this with the fact that you’ve made me happier than anyone else could have. I really, truthfully, do love you.      [ sms ; 12:00AM ] But there’s a reason I sent you away from the base.      [ sms ; 12:01AM ] I really hope you can find someone more worthy of you in your life. Don’t grieve when the news comes through. Keep pushing on. Take care of any other Blackwatch you find scattered around for me.      [ sms ; 12:01AM ] As it stands, this will be my last contact with you, and the end to our relationship. I’m cutting you free of it, of me. Live your life, and do what it takes to keep happy. Smile and laugh; I always loved hearing your laugh.     [ sms ; 12:01AM ] This does feel a little hollow, I’ll admit, but it’s the best I can do. For what it’s worth, thank you for everything. This is goodbye.

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//When @honordriven‘s Hanzo gets home:

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@honordriven “After zero consideration, I’m happy to say, "hard pass.”“

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        “ what are you doing? “

     being out in the gardens to meditate was calming. elders constantly on his back -- well, it was just enough to really push him to some time to himself -- but as far as he was aware, hanzo should’ve been working. maybe his own mind had been off upon other things to notice, but there’s still a hum and the elder shimada sighed

          “ shouldn’t you be working?”

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@honordriven wants to meet!

     Does this human have food? He perks up and leans to look. Yes. Yes he does. Is this human one who will share? He is willing to take the risk to find out. He’s within earshot, so he makes a light whine directed at the human to announce his presence and desire to be shared with. He can exchange kisses for food. Humans liked that, right? If experience is an indicator, he should be right!