Hanzo emerged from the bathroom in pajama pants and a t-shirt, then stopped short at the sight of food on plates at the table, silverware out. His hair was down, his beard ungroomed, and there was a towel around his neck still.
"Are you making tea?" he asked, surprise obvious in his voice.
Out of the suit, it was easy to see just how muscular he was, and there was a dragon tattoo curling around his left arm, its head opened in a snarl at his wrist.
Hanzo was used to eating out of the takeout containers while working on something or another, not having it plated neatly at the table with fresh tea made for him. It was not expected but also not unwelcome. "Thank you," he said, then settled down at the table cross-legged to eat.
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"Are you making tea?" he asked, surprise obvious in his voice.
Out of the suit, it was easy to see just how muscular he was, and there was a dragon tattoo curling around his left arm, its head opened in a snarl at his wrist.
Hanzo was used to eating out of the takeout containers while working on something or another, not having it plated neatly at the table with fresh tea made for him. It was not expected but also not unwelcome. "Thank you," he said, then settled down at the table cross-legged to eat.