[It isn't often John has visitors to his "house". Despite being a veritable casa de sonrisas that practically runs on good vibes and better times, he finds that trying to invite company over is like trying to pull teeth from a gorilla's mouth. Though in all honesty, he supposes it's not a super huge loss looking at the pool of guests he has to choose from and what their favored topics of conversation usually consist of; you'd think plying Bane with beer would lead to some fun times but it almost never does, just an empty wallet and the needling sense that you're always a step away from getting your kneecaps smashed in, and all Freeze wants to talk about is his ice cube of a wife — irately, John might add. And Harley... well, she's always busy. John doesn't blame her in the slightest or hold it against her. If it wasn't for her, the Pact would fall apart lickety-split. Sucks when you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, but John can deal, as he always has.
But then there's Bruce.
For John, it's difficult to pinpoint when this new dimension to their friendship really started, but maybe it's one of those things that never really had a beginning. It just flowed forth naturally, not a divergence in their interactions so much as the next logical step forward. It also helps that Bruce's visits to John's shack-room haven't really been noticed, and if they have, they must not be concerning enough to be openly commented on.
Which helps, as it should go without saying, because Bruce and John have been spending a lot of time together in here.]
Nononono. You're not keeping your fingers firm enough.
[They're sitting together on John's bed. Beside John is a deck of cards; on his other end is Bruce with one of the cards — a Jack of Diamonds — folded between his fingers.]
Keep your outer fingers still while the middle two pivot back. [He takes an Ace of Spades from the deck and demonstrates the trick again, gripping the card between his index and pinky fingers while the middle ones fold it back behind them. He straightens his fingers and presents his now empty palm to Bruce. With a flourish, the card slides back into his hand.] Like that. Not...whatever you just did.
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It's always interesting when they're sent out on missions in Japan, Hana's noticed. Hanzo, for example, becomes even quieter than usual, seeming like he's somewhere far off in his head despite his attention to the mission at hand. Hana watches the back of his head from her perch on top of her meka. He said he needed a moment alone, like he often does, but during missions they usually try to stick together. Hana excuses herself from the others with them to walk up the little path outside their lodging, quite sure she can find him sitting somewhere at the end of it. The path is lined with cherry blossoms on their last leg, a bunch of petals littered on the ground just waiting to become one with the earth, but she's always loved the sight of them everywhere.
As suspected, she finds the archer at the temple overlooking the forest. She smiles and quietly bounces up behind him, hands placed against his shoulders. "What are you brooding about this time, old man?" She uses the Japanese saying to tease him, something Genji had taught her once.
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