I lived..

“Fareeha.~” From within the confinements of her office, the good doctor calls out to her favourite soldier with unusual gleefulness lacing within her tone. Fareeha Amari

Takes the biggest S I P out of her extra large coffee mug. The good doctor is nothing but stress recently.

It is the start of a new day, yet the Swiss had hoped for it to end soon.

Belches at the unbelievably stale pastry.

“Dr. O’Deorain’s blabbering again...”

“A cup of coffee wouldn’t hurt at this twilight hour...” Just one, she convinces herself.

Pharah: “Honey, it's really muggy out today.” Mercy: “If I go outside and all our mugs are on the front lawn, I'm leaving you.” Pharah: [sips coffee from a bowl]

[An abrupt gasp at the toothy smile. All of a sudden, she has the urge to peel its skin for a closer look.] x.com/britishspeed/s…

//Whispers. Write with me.

[A fancy entrance for a spiffy woman. Angela on the other hand, is less than presentable.] Hnngh.. x.com/soarintothesky…

//That typo makes me want to gouge my eyes out.

Move, I'm the DPS now!

[A bottle of whisky in one hand, and a pen in the other, perhaps this is the only way that Angela could balance her workload.]

[Chirps.]

Why is she like this?

[Did not mean to smack Fareeha across the face.]