Another volley of three landed right beside the first with inhuman precision, adding another neat row. "I meant it as a joke," Genji admitted, turning his head to look at his brother even as he launched a third volley, just as precise as the first two. After that one he paused, the three shuriken resting easily between his fingers. "But perhaps it was in poor taste. Relationships based on the superficial no longer interest me."

When he'd been recently made a cyborg he could not have imagined allowing anyone to see the mix of scarred flesh and cybernetics that was his body. After, he was no longer interested in such shallow flings.