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genji shimada | 島田源氏 ([personal profile] flowlikewater) wrote2017-01-29 10:22 pm

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[personal profile] peacekeeps 2017-02-03 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the thing about overwatch and blackwatch is that they’re on different floors but have the same shit break room, and it’s one of the first stops that members of either group make after a hit, even when they want to be alone. jesse, you see, has it all planned out.

the hallway is empty except for where he’s been slouched against one of the open doorways for the better part of a half-hour, drumming his fingers on his folded arms, whistling a nameless tune to himself to cover for his thoughts. (people don’t tell him to shut up in passing, either because they like him too much or they can’t stand him enough to instruct him on how not to be a nuisance.)

jesse’s not loitering for any one reason, he isn’t--doesn’t mean to be. but he knows the route; he knows that the overwatch strike team with one of their newest and most interesting recruits has been due back from abroad any minute now. and he knows genji doesn’t care much for the work, that there’s a different spirit in him whose wings beat useless under all that armor, flying in the face of jack and his vigilante justice. that maybe, just maybe, he’ll need someone to talk to.

it’s not actually all that likely, but that doesn’t stop his ears pricking up at the clink of metal feet on the metal-girded floors, and all at once he’s both tensing up and forcing himself to relax. he sees genji turn the corner, straight-backed, walking in that way he always does with every step measured out beforehand, and before genji can clear him entirely he pipes up.
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Hey, partner. [ not sweetheart or darlin’ as is jesse’s usual custom with the man. see, harmless. ] What’s your hurry?
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[personal profile] peacekeeps 2017-02-04 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ deep down jesse is stubbornly delighted that genji acknowledges him at all--and he’s been careful to give him the choice, in the past. he peels himself away from the doorframe, but only just, leaning into their shared space conversationally and reaching up to tip his hat. ]

I do and don’t. [ have free time, that is. ] Point of black ops is you ain’t supposed to notice when I come and go, right?

[ his voice is light and level. he’s aware that the cyborg doesn’t really do small talk, with him or anyone else on base; he’s also aware that people give genji a wide berth because he radiates fuck off from every vent. but jesse is pretty sure that if folks only talked to him on the job he’d be twice as ornery, especially when people only ever bother to trace genji’s story as far back as their own two eyes can follow it: the operating room where angela had pieced him together. ]

But forget all that. Lucky you, you got back just in time for lunch.
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[personal profile] peacekeeps 2017-02-20 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the profile of that mask is all straight lines and parallels, and even though jesse doesn’t know the face beneath he can only imagine, wincing, what it looks like. you don’t carry that much contempt in your voice without letting some of it live in your face, after all. he raises both hands in conversational surrender. (blackwatch boys don’t really go in for looking harmless. jesse might be the only one.) ]

You didn’t let me finish. The fridge’s been broken since last night and we were ordered to clear it by morning. I was rescuin’ taquitos and saw yer stuff. Didn’t know where to put it, no one else was touchin’ it— [ probably because they’re terrified of losing fingers ] —and I knew you wouldn’t be back till later ...

[ wow mccree this is sounding weirder and more inane by the second. maybe he didn’t actually have a plan after all.

he clears his throat.
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So it’s in the mini-fridge in mine and Reyes’ office. If you’ve got a second we can go grab it and you can be on yer way.
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[personal profile] peacekeeps 2017-03-09 04:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he can see the moment genji deflates. he also knows genji’s ready to re-inflate at any second, a lit match that wants only for gasoline, and he’s determined to play keepaway with that moment as long as possible.

still, he’s a touch emboldened by his success, so he grins a lopsided grin and tilts his hat with a thumb.
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And a lil’ name plate too.

[ he shoves his hands in his pockets and pushes away fully from the wall at last to head down the corridor, towards the stairwell. the few administrative rooms allotted to blackwatch would be downstairs, basement-level, terrible cell reception. ]

Come on. It’s this way.
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[personal profile] peacekeeps 2017-03-27 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Long enough that people wanna know your name so they know who to complain about.

[ he sounds mostly amused as he says it, when the truth is he's kind of in a weird spot with overwatch— overwatch, which doesn't want to let on that they pulled a kid from the desert at a skinny seventeen; which is willing to let an awful lot of things go if it means not having to reply to gabe's emails now and then.

the walls of the stairwell turn from pleasant plaster to painted concrete. at the near-bottom jesse pushes open the door to a corridor that's less bright and spangled than the upper floors, to the more nondescript hallways that mark blackwatch's few administrative spaces.
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And, well. They're good at replenishing the tac gear and the ballpoint pens, but they ain't exactly fitting us for dress blues anytime soon.

[ and sure enough, there's the door—reyes' office, comparable in space and layout to jack's upstairs, just more sparsely decorated. there's a desk that's orderly, and one that pointedly isn't. it's obvious which one is mccree's: there are a couple of chintzy souvenirs you might find in some desert gift shop somewhere, blank postcards from each southwestern state, magnets shaped like jalapenos and sheriff badges, a small potted cactus living sedately under a desk lamp.

honestly, it's practically the desk of, like, a small-town texan banker.
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Tada.
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[personal profile] peacekeeps 2017-04-05 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Why would I lie?

[ he means to sound conversational, but there's a little bit of an honest question in there. it doesn't take a genius to see that genji isn't the trusting type--and truth be told, jesse's pretty sure that he'd bolt from the base first chance he could without so much as a thank you note for angela, if he could count on overwatch leaving him alone. (and jesse wouldn't count on overwatch leaving him alone.)

he's heading to the shared wall between the desks, where indeed there's a mini fridge, a little microwave, essentially a small kitchen for the kind of people who are best left alone. he juts a thumb at the fridge, trails his other hand on the desk and then leans against it.
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Go on, see for yourself.
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[personal profile] peacekeeps 2017-04-05 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's still leaning against the desk, an easy slant, hands planted behind him. he regards genji in silence for a few more seconds. it'd be awkward if jesse knew or cared for awkward. ]

Is it hard to talk under there? [ his voice is lackadaisical. possibly he knows when he's being tactless, so there's a kind of gentle touch to it too. ] 'Cause just now you sounded like you was pullin' teeth. [ see, we can do harmless teasing in blackwatch. ]
Edited 2017-04-05 19:20 (UTC)