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kagonosuzume:

[ 竜 ] –           Genji’s head tilted upward. That spark in his eye only brightened. It might as well have been a full fledged flame that burned in that frame of scars. 

“Alright, then,” the cyborg goaded as he rocked his shoulders. There was no audible pop or groan of joints, much as he would have loved for there to be. Instead it was only the whine and whirr of gears and the hum of electricity on wire, as if to remind him this body was not his own. But it wasn’t something that he wanted to dwell on at this moment.

The grin Jesse shot at him, wide, warm, and toothy, served as a well enough distraction. And he reveled in it the moment it snagged his peripheral vision. What he hadn’t noticed, though he should have, was the fact that smile had been fixed on him this whole time.

He settled back against the couch, the crooked expression upon his own face not waning in the slightest. Legs kicked and fanned to invade the gunslinger’s lap, never mind any protest Jesse might have given. There they would stay, crossed at the ankle. Thumbs flicked the analog stick and danced over the buttons with gentle, barely audible clicks and taps. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Jesse was very aware of the fact that he was not going to be making a come back. It was just a fact of his life: he hadn’t had the years of practice that Genji had, and even if he did, he didn’t have the knack for it. Maybe if they played a sharpshooting game, like that one classic game with the ducks. But no--- no, they weren’t playing the classic game with the ducks.

He’d made it this far mostly by hoping for the best. Maybe if he tried with some skill. What if he watched what Genji’s hands were doing?

Shifting his body back to allow Genji more access to his lap, Jesse moved forward and rested his forearms on Genji’s lower shins. His metal arm pressed down only lightly on Genji’s unarmored legs. While he was more than familiar with the prosthetic, he found himself still at odds with the ease of using it to touch others.

Genji’s tilted smile urged Jesse to lean over and kiss him, and he nearly did. ( He didn’t. He was going to focus on the game. )

( He lost. Again. )

After the first game, Jesse sighed and patted Genji’s knee ruefully. After the second game, yet another loss, he groaned and feigned throwing his remote at Genji’s smug, asshole face.

“Don’t lookit me like that, you fucker. I nearly won that last time! Had you on the ropes---”

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If I’m the bastard child of best intentions // If I’m the bitter voice of discontent If I’m the broken hope of indecision //                                                   At least my future’s in my hands.

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come at me scrublord i’m ripped

kagonosuzume:

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no no it’s ok i’ll love him u mind ur business hawke

Boys please. There’s enough to go around–

eat my ass mccree

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i know i said i would be back, and i will! i am! i’m just struggling a lot recently and i thank everyone for their patience!

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“Yeah, you. Looking like the cat who ate the canary.” He nudges Jesse’s shoulder with his own, brow arched. “So what if I do? Doesn’t mean I get tired of hearing it.” From you.

“Well...” Jesse laughs a small laugh, incredibly distracted by following the lines of Haleir’s face. "Now you’ve gone and run me outta words, darlin’.”

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“All right, wise guy. What’s the news?”

“Wise guy? Me?” He laughs, “the news bein’ that you look good. You knew that, though.”

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▂▂ ♂ ▂▂

   He thinks he knows. “What’s the grin for, huh?”

“Things. Reasons. Complicated stuff, y’know.”

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kagonosuzume:

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He knows.

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im redoing my tags but i gotta sleep bc my sis turns 14 tomorrow! we are getting up for pancakes and whatnot :^D g’night everyone!

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acritas:

     She lets go of the fabric only to flick the brim of his hat. “You should have fallen then.” Would have been funnier.

“That’s harsh. Even for you.” Perhaps he flicks her shoulder in return; with the human hand, of course. He isn’t cruel.

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“I wouldn’t think so,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “But y’never know, really, ‘specially around these parts.”

@dispensedjustice

“Did you think I’d just let you sidle on back in here without a proper hello?”

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love me jesse jfc

Okay… he forgives you.

Pats the train space next to him.

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kagonosuzume:

[ 竜 ] –         BABY COME BACK. You can blame it all on me–

Yeah, he sure can and will blame it all on you. Good job.

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acritas:

    She moves to face him just so she can grab his serape and pull him down closer to her height. “Don’t make me steal your hat, Cowboy.”

“Woah, woah, hey now,” Jesse grabs the wrist holding his serape. “Let’s not get hasty.”