[ look at what you've done it wasn't a thing until now!!! also ughhhhhhghghghghgh stairs what if she wanted to do the whole anything you can do I can do better thing and just zip up!! ]
There won't be a lecture if you aren't injured again.
[ She's already hoofin' it your way, boot heels clicking on the sidewalk and breath puffing from behind a thick scarf wound about her. The kids can handle themselves at the bar; it's time for the older generations to seek out some peace somewhere quiet. ]
[Okay, so here's the scene. 76 is laying on his back in the middle of the roof. He is wearing full gear, visor and everything. Probably he is asleep. Genji is nowhere to be found.
> wrangle off the visor and draw inappropriate things on his face > take pictures of him while vulnerable > splash more water on him; he's a quenched house plant ignored for three weeks, bring him back to life!! > be nice and just lay beside him and admire the night sky. maybe take a pic with him
> be nice and just lay beside him and admire the night sky. maybe take a pic with him
[ She's sure Genji hadn't gone too far for very long, but for now, it's just the two of them. His lack of response to her presence once she makes it up the steps and quietly clicks her way over to him confirms her suspicions of sleep and she'll just take a seat on the smooth cement and adjust herself next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. That pesky camera phone comes up to snap a picture of them both, flash off under the roof's low lighting and tossing up a little peace sign, one finger to the corner of her lips.
Then she'll just enjoy his warmth and watch the stars until he stirs. ]
[Yeah he's totally super asleep for real, not that you can really tell with a visor over his face. Mercy gets away with all of these selfies, and he'll probably find them on the internet tomorrow and get really mad, but for now she gets away with it.
She has to wait a while, but eventually he wakes up, shifts a little, and notices he is not alone. 76 is about to have a very bad kneejerk reaction to someone else in his personal space, but it doesn't take him long to realize it's her, and he relaxes. Or tries to. Maybe he's still a little drunk.
[ HAVE SOME FAITH IN HER they're personal use only!! ...And maybe she will send them to like three people. But come on.
He doesn't audibly stir so much as physically, bringing her focus back as he shifts and suddenly goes stiff, muscles tensing against her. Sensing the knee-jerk reaction, she immediately speaks to identify herself, trying to set him at ease. ]
Rise and shine, soldier. The stars are out. And we didn't drink nearly enough to ward off this cold.
[ There may be a flask in her coat pocket. For later. ]
Only a couple. Nothing indecent. [ A beat, and then: ] Would you like to see?
Angela. Angela he drank so much. Do you know how much it takes to get a super soldier properly drunk? Probably so much.]
I ain't cold.
[He's fine. He's wearing everything, like all of his gear. There's body armor involved. But okay, he'll sit up and motion for her to give him her phone.]
IT OK IT WAS A 50/50 GUESS ON DIALOGUE OR MONOLOGUE... DID I WIN
[ PROBABLY GENJI AND THEN LIKE REINHARDT AND IDK... someone who would laugh and not think about it too hard.
She had honestly lost count after six bottles of whiskey, two bottles of vodka, and somewhere upwards of 15+ beers, medical curiosity losing out to her own interest to get bit tipsy and have fun. Were Angela truly as drunk, she would've been dancing with Torbjorn and Reinhardt and twirling the girls around until they were dizzy enough to be led up to karaoke. Were she smashed, she would've tried to get Jack to dance with her. If he'd refused, she would've gone to the other surlier members of their team; video evidence would've had her apologizing profusely to Hanzo and Roadhog and so on. The moral of the story is, she stays tipsy and toes the line of actually drunk very strictly. ]
Not many of us hide from the world in our armor.
[ She is cold, but this is nice and the fresh air is clearing her head. He moves to sit up but Angela won't move, instead opening the gallery on her phone and holding it straight above them, showing him the few innocent pics she took, smiling. He can see the timeline below and know that she isn't hiding anything else. ]
[okay not that much jesus I can't even conceive that much alcohol in such a presumably short amount of time.
Probably he doesn't let himself get this drunk, either. Tonight is truly a miracle. She can't see it from behind his visor, but he's squinting as he reaches for the phone so he can mash his fingers against the screen and scroll through the pictures. Why is everyone doing this to him.]
That's got nothing to do with this.
[She promised no lectures! Why is she up here talking about his insecurities! Geez!!!]
[ NO WOW THAT WAS THE WHOLE GROUP calm down Soldier... He'd be pissing like a racehorse at that rate!! His liver would abort mission!!
Okay fine that's cool she didn't need to hold onto the phone, but he'll be scrolling into pictures of her trying on clothes and things like pictures of taking some of the younger girls out to nice places to eat, posing with their fancy food and some idle scenery things. Many are of their recent mission in Hanamura, with pictures at nearby shrines and their gardens. He's clearly overshot the two or three she'd taken lying there next to him. ]
I'm only saying that I am the one that's cold. I wasn't paying attention to the time; maybe an hour?
[Oh. Oh, well, okay. Maybe he looks a little embarrassed for getting overly defensive, but it's hard to tell because he's still wearing the visor like a total jerk.
What he will do is hand her phone back (they are cute pictures but they kind of make him Sad), and since she's cold, he'll unzip his jacket, pull his arms out of the sleeves, and put it over her shoulder.
[ She'll take her phone back with a little smile and keep scrolling through idly, or at least until he starts to move and drapes his jacket over her. It's still warm from his body heat, and the gesture is apology enough for being bristly. She pulls her legs up to get as much of herself under it as possible, blue eyes twinkling with amusement. ]
They were cute, weren't they? And thank you. Take it back the moment you begin to get cold. I don't need you of all people in bed with a fever when I can barely see your forehead.
[ She'll just ball up at his side and keep showing him pictures, enjoying the silence and his presence. It is peaceful up here, and soon enough the sun would be rising. ]
[He's not going to call anything cute, probably, but they are nice pictures, even if they can be a little hard to look at for a variety of reasons he's not going to voice.]
Takes more than this to get me sick.
[Think about who you are talking to. Everything will be fine.]
[ No, Jack, "cute" is the proper response for the likes of Lena and Lucio and the rest of the kids. They're precious and need to be protected and well-fed. Besides, now he's in some team pictures too; even if it's just with herself.
She's scrolled to more scenery and she'll just exit the gallery, pulling the phone back under the heavy leather jacket on top of her. ]
For that I'm glad. You're my worst patient by far.
[Especially over him. Which he understands, of course, but it's not something he really wants to admit to or think too hard about. There are plenty of other people she can fuss over--most of which are in her pictures.]
[ He's reckless and she fusses overmuch because if she didn't, no one else would. He's developed skill at pushing people away, and she'll have none of it. Don't you worry, 76, she has plenty of fuss to go around for everyone and then some. He just picks up the excess supply. ]
[Maybe it's a joke, but he's not very good at being humorous, anymore, so it comes off as drier than it needs to be. Still, he's not exactly pushing her away or objecting to their proximity, so perhaps this is a miracle after all.]
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I'd have to get off the roof to do something about it.
[And it was a lot of work to get up here.]
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[ Does she... does she sound disappointed? Sad? Over a text? Maybe this will help: ]
:'(
[ Hey hey even Europeans can be backwaters hicks, but that isn't where they're going with this. ]
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Didn't say that. Just sort of implied I'm not getting off the roof.
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It's a shame the Valkyrie Suit is locked up, or I may have had to join you. Are the stars out?
[ why do stairs just not exist in this continuity ]
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Sure. Take the stairs.
[stairs exist. I made them exist.]
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Would I be interrupting?
[ Bonding time is precious, after all! ]
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You can come up if you promise not to bring a lecture.
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[ She's already hoofin' it your way, boot heels clicking on the sidewalk and breath puffing from behind a thick scarf wound about her. The kids can handle themselves at the bar; it's time for the older generations to seek out some peace somewhere quiet. ]
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What will you do?]
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> wrangle off the visor and draw inappropriate things on his face
> take pictures of him while vulnerable
> splash more water on him; he's a quenched house plant ignored for three weeks, bring him back to life!!
> be nice and just lay beside him and admire the night sky. maybe take a pic with him
> be nice and just lay beside him and admire the night sky. maybe take a pic with him
[ She's sure Genji hadn't gone too far for very long, but for now, it's just the two of them. His lack of response to her presence once she makes it up the steps and quietly clicks her way over to him confirms her suspicions of sleep and she'll just take a seat on the smooth cement and adjust herself next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. That pesky camera phone comes up to snap a picture of them both, flash off under the roof's low lighting and tossing up a little peace sign, one finger to the corner of her lips.
Then she'll just enjoy his warmth and watch the stars until he stirs. ]
i'm writing a real tag hang on
[ANGELA HOW COULD YOU]
nevermind you're stuck I'm making this immortal
[ THE FORCE WAS STRONG AND THE MIND IS WEAK ]
okay sorry here we are for real
She has to wait a while, but eventually he wakes up, shifts a little, and notices he is not alone. 76 is about to have a very bad kneejerk reaction to someone else in his personal space, but it doesn't take him long to realize it's her, and he relaxes. Or tries to. Maybe he's still a little drunk.
Were you taking pictures?
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He doesn't audibly stir so much as physically, bringing her focus back as he shifts and suddenly goes stiff, muscles tensing against her. Sensing the knee-jerk reaction, she immediately speaks to identify herself, trying to set him at ease. ]
Rise and shine, soldier. The stars are out. And we didn't drink nearly enough to ward off this cold.
[ There may be a flask in her coat pocket. For later. ]
Only a couple. Nothing indecent. [ A beat, and then: ] Would you like to see?
oh no i borked my html!!
Angela. Angela he drank so much. Do you know how much it takes to get a super soldier properly drunk? Probably so much.]
I ain't cold.
[He's fine. He's wearing everything, like all of his gear. There's body armor involved. But okay, he'll sit up and motion for her to give him her phone.]
IT OK IT WAS A 50/50 GUESS ON DIALOGUE OR MONOLOGUE... DID I WIN
She had honestly lost count after six bottles of whiskey, two bottles of vodka, and somewhere upwards of 15+ beers, medical curiosity losing out to her own interest to get bit tipsy and have fun. Were Angela truly as drunk, she would've been dancing with Torbjorn and Reinhardt and twirling the girls around until they were dizzy enough to be led up to karaoke. Were she smashed, she would've tried to get Jack to dance with her. If he'd refused, she would've gone to the other surlier members of their team; video evidence would've had her apologizing profusely to Hanzo and Roadhog and so on. The moral of the story is, she stays tipsy and toes the line of actually drunk very strictly. ]
Not many of us hide from the world in our armor.
[ She is cold, but this is nice and the fresh air is clearing her head. He moves to sit up but Angela won't move, instead opening the gallery on her phone and holding it straight above them, showing him the few innocent pics she took, smiling. He can see the timeline below and know that she isn't hiding anything else. ]
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Probably he doesn't let himself get this drunk, either. Tonight is truly a miracle. She can't see it from behind his visor, but he's squinting as he reaches for the phone so he can mash his fingers against the screen and scroll through the pictures. Why is everyone doing this to him.]
That's got nothing to do with this.
[She promised no lectures! Why is she up here talking about his insecurities! Geez!!!]
How long was I out?
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Okay fine that's cool she didn't need to hold onto the phone, but he'll be scrolling into pictures of her trying on clothes and things like pictures of taking some of the younger girls out to nice places to eat, posing with their fancy food and some idle scenery things. Many are of their recent mission in Hanamura, with pictures at nearby shrines and their gardens. He's clearly overshot the two or three she'd taken lying there next to him. ]
I'm only saying that I am the one that's cold. I wasn't paying attention to the time; maybe an hour?
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What he will do is hand her phone back (they are cute pictures but they kind of make him Sad), and since she's cold, he'll unzip his jacket, pull his arms out of the sleeves, and put it over her shoulder.
He says ABSOLUTELY NOTHING while he does this.]
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They were cute, weren't they? And thank you. Take it back the moment you begin to get cold. I don't need you of all people in bed with a fever when I can barely see your forehead.
[ She'll just ball up at his side and keep showing him pictures, enjoying the silence and his presence. It is peaceful up here, and soon enough the sun would be rising. ]
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Takes more than this to get me sick.
[Think about who you are talking to. Everything will be fine.]
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She's scrolled to more scenery and she'll just exit the gallery, pulling the phone back under the heavy leather jacket on top of her. ]
For that I'm glad. You're my worst patient by far.
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[Especially over him. Which he understands, of course, but it's not something he really wants to admit to or think too hard about. There are plenty of other people she can fuss over--most of which are in her pictures.]
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[ He's reckless and she fusses overmuch because if she didn't, no one else would. He's developed skill at pushing people away, and she'll have none of it. Don't you worry, 76, she has plenty of fuss to go around for everyone and then some. He just picks up the excess supply. ]
Think we can last until sunrise?
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[Maybe it's a joke, but he's not very good at being humorous, anymore, so it comes off as drier than it needs to be. Still, he's not exactly pushing her away or objecting to their proximity, so perhaps this is a miracle after all.]
I can keep watch.
[That's. That's not what she means, 76.]
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take my clumsy phone tag you fiend
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