[McCree sniffs, shakes out his hat (damn that ugly glaring bullet hole in it now), paces around the fire and does pretty much everything he can do to stall on that answer before taking a seat at the fire. He reaches into the neck of his chest armor for an unseen pocket and pulls out a small paper pack of--yes, cigars.]
Yeah.
[He finally mutters, tapping a fresh stick out then puts the rest away. Didn't always have something to cut it, so he just uses his teeth and carefully bites the end-cap away and spits it into the dirt. He wasn't about to be any more elegant about this and decides to save himself a little butane when there's a fire right in front of him. Once it's smoldering he leans back and takes a deep drag, letting the smoke swirl around his mouth and soaks in the flavor of it. Makes him forget about the welt that's sure to form at his temple.]
I got it. Still prefer to do my own thing.
[He'll meet and keep 76's stare. He's not afraid to do that.]
Can't help it if I might cross paths with any of them.
[He means with the rest of Overwatch as they're getting the band back together... or attempting to, apparently, anyway. McCree had no intentions of being in an organized group like that again, but, well... the world did need heroes. It did need justice. He just wanted to go about it his own way. No rules, no remorse, no complications.
'Cept the latter wasn't as easy to come by as he thought.]
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Yeah.
[He finally mutters, tapping a fresh stick out then puts the rest away. Didn't always have something to cut it, so he just uses his teeth and carefully bites the end-cap away and spits it into the dirt. He wasn't about to be any more elegant about this and decides to save himself a little butane when there's a fire right in front of him. Once it's smoldering he leans back and takes a deep drag, letting the smoke swirl around his mouth and soaks in the flavor of it. Makes him forget about the welt that's sure to form at his temple.]
I got it. Still prefer to do my own thing.
[He'll meet and keep 76's stare. He's not afraid to do that.]
Can't help it if I might cross paths with any of them.
[He means with the rest of Overwatch as they're getting the band back together... or attempting to, apparently, anyway. McCree had no intentions of being in an organized group like that again, but, well... the world did need heroes. It did need justice. He just wanted to go about it his own way. No rules, no remorse, no complications.
'Cept the latter wasn't as easy to come by as he thought.]