[ there's a fair mood in the stranger's voice, and Hanzo finds his own exhaustion has abated some, even with things only getting worse. a long time ago, it was easier to weather the family with Genji around, just as another voice against the gloom; but Hanzo hasn't had a partner in anything since then, and had forgotten how much it changes, having company to keep astride with. he considers it now; considers the man beside him. ]
Climb out of elevators? [ he asks it with false indignation, and in one of the thin highlights cast across him by the slits in the shaft, there's the upturned corner of a smirk. ] What sort of lifestyle do you think I have?
[ even without the details, Hanzo can tell enough of the stranger by the jailbar patterns of light and the cold blue glow his arm gives off to make out the shape of him: tall, broad, imposing if he wanted to be. his American accent is thick and he speaks in a slow, lazy drawl. most of all, he's something rough-edged despite his friendly demeanour, and it makes him somehow — safe.
not safe in that Hanzo would put it past the man to shoot him, in the right situation. but that Hanzo feels no need to make himself lesser; pale and smaller, the way he often has to be around others, like a salaryman instead of a warrior. it lets him be good-humoured, for the first time in... a while. ]
You seem to be quite familiar with such things yourself.
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Climb out of elevators? [ he asks it with false indignation, and in one of the thin highlights cast across him by the slits in the shaft, there's the upturned corner of a smirk. ] What sort of lifestyle do you think I have?
[ even without the details, Hanzo can tell enough of the stranger by the jailbar patterns of light and the cold blue glow his arm gives off to make out the shape of him: tall, broad, imposing if he wanted to be. his American accent is thick and he speaks in a slow, lazy drawl. most of all, he's something rough-edged despite his friendly demeanour, and it makes him somehow — safe.
not safe in that Hanzo would put it past the man to shoot him, in the right situation. but that Hanzo feels no need to make himself lesser; pale and smaller, the way he often has to be around others, like a salaryman instead of a warrior. it lets him be good-humoured, for the first time in... a while. ]
You seem to be quite familiar with such things yourself.