"Ain't a damn thing I don't got in my sights," says he and he taps the outlier of his visor. That war tarnished piece of steel and wires was (graciously) concealing his (inspecting) eyes. "Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee; that's the feel, watching you on the field."

A scoff. Something of an awkward sensation makes him cross his arms defensively, feeling conscious and phased by the bare of Genji's face. He gives himself one good mental kick to reset his composure. "I'm just a soldier looking out for his comrades, don't read into it."

Fine. I'll take it off, then.

Play the bluff and you lose the gamble; what an awful game of poker, this interaction. His spine crawled with an unease feeling that cringed him until his jaw clicked and he lost the bet to a smile. "Yeah, you're good at this," scratching the back of his neck is a nervous move.

Hypocrite. I'm keeping the shirt on.

/ brooo. i can't write more than 2 sentences today, am tired. only banter and shit today. 😩

Quit whining, shove your mouth with this and shut up. I got more mouths to feed than patties! 💢

Ah, don't you just love flashbacks. Feels like another Switzerland brewing again.

I'm gonna kick his fucking ass.

HELIXROCKETSINCOMING

Damn it, we'll get 'em next time. 😒

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