[ Honestly it's— exactly what he expected, really. He'd watched plenty of American movies, sure, but he never thought any real person actually was like that. Apparently he was just plain wrong. (He's honestly more surprised Reyes allows it... is that a tiny pumpkin on the man's desk?)
Genji snorts. ] You should branch out on your desk decorations.
[ But wait, no, that isn't why he's here. He claimed there was a mini fridge in the office. Genji looks around the room. ] You better not have been lying about bringing the food down here.
[ 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. ]
[ ...well when you ask it just makes him seem foolish for even being suspicious. He's sneering a little bit behind his mask and decides not to say anything in response.
Genji slinks over to the fridge and crouches down, opening it up. Sure enough, there are his things; a few little protein and electrolyte packs with a nozzle on top for easy eating. He huffs and picks up a protein one and gets up, closing the fridge door with a foot.
He stands there a moment, eerily immobile. Genji turns to look at him and speaks like it's causing him genuine physical pain. ] Thank you.
[ 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. ]
[ Genji crinkles the plastic of the gel pack in his hands during the slightly awkward silence, just staring at him. And his shoulders raise up in a physical manifestation of his hackles raising again. ] I don't know. Is this some ploy to see my face? I heard there was a betting pool.
[ He sounds so bitter. All kindness is fake, clearly. ]
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Genji snorts. ] You should branch out on your desk decorations.
[ But wait, no, that isn't why he's here. He claimed there was a mini fridge in the office. Genji looks around the room. ] You better not have been lying about bringing the food down here.
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[ 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. ]
Go on, see for yourself.
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Genji slinks over to the fridge and crouches down, opening it up. Sure enough, there are his things; a few little protein and electrolyte packs with a nozzle on top for easy eating. He huffs and picks up a protein one and gets up, closing the fridge door with a foot.
He stands there a moment, eerily immobile. Genji turns to look at him and speaks like it's causing him genuine physical pain. ] Thank you.
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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. ]
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[ He sounds so bitter. All kindness is fake, clearly. ]