quiettinkering

[quiettinkering]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 .    (  a collection of  action prompts.   feel free to reverse roles as desired. this prompt will be updated.  )

[ REDWOOD ] sender lashes out at receiver when it isn't their fault.

[ WILLOW ] sender embraces receiver in a moment of extreme distress.

[ PINE ] sender fervently resists receiver's attempts to comfort / care for them.

[ BIRCH ] sender finally ends a tense argument by reaching out to apologize.

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill.

[ PALM ] sender and receiver avoid / ignore the stresses of real life together.

[ ELM ] sender lends receiver aid in a time of urgent need.

[ MAGNOLIA ] sender, believed to be dead, arrives at receiver's door.

[ DOGWOOD ] sender gifts receiver a token of good luck / protection.

[ MULBERRY ] sender and receiver take a long walk through nature together.

[ HAZELNUT ] sender begrudgingly patches up receiver's wounds.

[ CAMPHOR ] sender suddenly pushes receiver out of danger's path.

[ CASHEW ] when they're finally alone, sender invites receiver to dance.

[ LAVENDER ] sender lays their head in receiver's lap and closes their eyes.

[ BEECH ] it comes to light that sender has betrayed receiver.

[ HIBISCUS ] sender invites receiver to go traveling with them.

[ HICKORY ] sender pushes receiver to admit that they need them.

[ MAPLE ] sender shakes receiver's shoulders, begging them to wake up.

[ CHERRY BLOSSOM ] sender revels in receiver's beauty, stunned.

[ JOSHUA ] sender offers receiver a safe place to hide / crash .

[ ASH ] sender and receiver become reacquainted after many years.

[ FIG ] sender, knowing receiver is hungry, pressures them to eat.

[ YEW ] sender beckons for receiver to join them in the water.

[ CYPRESS ] sender shamelessly flirts with receiver.

[ LINDEN ] sender cares for receiver, who took a hit to protect them.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy almost choked on his food, coughing as he reached for his wine.

"Me?" he managed, staring up at Mako. "A crop top?"

Subconsciously, a hand went over his middle, feeling at his stomach. He wasn't the thinnest man by far, and he wasn't too proud of the weight he managed to hide away behind his jackets and turtlenecks. The thought of him in a crop top was absurd.

"I don't think it would be a very good look on me," he said, a blush dusting his cheeks pink.

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy hadn't pushed Mako ever since his love confession. He thought it to be a slip of the tongue, nothing more than the drugs acting on their own accord in the man's body. Things had moved rather fast, and the Engineer was more than willing to let everything slow down a bit to give themselves time to breathe.

Grunting, Sammy reached over the table for the food, having to stand up just to reach. He huffed as he sat back down, pulling his jacket down a little as it tried to ride up his back. He thinks it might have shrunk in the wash...

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy laughed a little harder at the threat, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as they drew attention towards themselves. He was giggling when Roadhog spoke up again, looking away as he tried to calm himself down.

"I've already told you I try my best not to lie," Sammy would hum.

He ate, continuing his pasta and soup as Mako thought. The Engineer couldn't help but smile as he saw Makos, wondering what the man was thinking about.

"Can I try one of those sandwiches?" he asked after a few moments. "It looks amazing."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

"Vous n'aimez pas mon français?" Sammy asked, a hand over his heart as mock hurt filled his voice. "Tu me brises le cœur, mon amour."

He laughed at himself, sipping his wine as he watched Mako's frown. He knew it was something the man despised, but he liked to toy with the man just as much as he liked to toy with him.

"You're not the only one who can annoy the other, my dear," Sammy hummed. "And you know I would never use it to insult you. I'd rather face the consequences and say it to your face. I'm not a man who hides behind a language barrier, unlike some of the others we know of."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

"Oh, hush," Sammy tutted softly, kicking Mako under the table. "I'll survive if I don't know everything about you. It would be rather boring if I did."

He chuckled, watching again as his Heavy ate, mulling over his words and his wine. He didn't know how much the man could see with his mask tilted up like that, but from where the Engineer sat, he doubted he could see much of him.

"If you insist, we will," he hummed. "Je ne discuterai pas, si vous êtes si confiant."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy huffed at the pointed remark, rolling his eyes playfully. He listened as Mako spoke, though, pursing his lips with a slight nod.

"I won't pry for an answer," he promised. "That's something for you to tell me, if you ever want to; not for me to look for."

He took another bite of food, not really tasting it this time, as he thought. Looking off to the side, the Engineer watched as people ate around them, servers collecting food from various trees and plants.

"Would you still like to have that shower?" he asked after a moment.

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy had only made a dent in his dish, eating much slower than Mako. He appreciated the food, savouring it as he ate. It was really fucking good, even if it didn't show on his unexpressive face.

The question stopped him, making him look up from his plate. He pursed his lips as he saw the frown, thinking over his words.

"No, it's not that, my dear," he said, his voice soft. "I... it's difficult to put into words." He sat back, fiddling with the hem of his jacket as he thought.

"You panicked last time," he told him, his voice quiet. "I... I don't know what caused it, but I suspect it was related to your mask. I don't want you to push yourself if it's something you don't want to do. Please, don't feel obligated to show me if it makes you uncomfortable."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy thanked the server as she brought out the food, pulling his plate closer as Mako's servings took up room on the table. He hummed in agreement, trying a bite of the pasta and humming in delight.

"It's excellent," he confirmed before going for the soup. "You'll have to take me out more often."

As he ate, Sammy never took his eyes off Mako, watching him from over the rim of his glasses. He idly let his spoon spin through his dish, sipping from his glass as he waited.

"You don't have to push yourself," he said after a few moments. "In showing me your face, I mean. You were high... you can take your time with it, if you need."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy chuckled as he watched Mako sip his wine, catching the slight frown he hid behind the glass. It was a good argument, and if he were ever offered (which he already was), he wouldn't take new eyes. He'd gotten used to having glasses; he wasn't about to give them up.

"You're thinking about something," he hummed with a smile. "It's still not about my eyesight, is it?"

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

"Would you let one of them give you new lungs?" Sammy countered. "I've had glasses since I was seven. They get fixed with, ah, our job, and I can see colours just fine. I just can't aim."

He laughed again, holding out his hand to take his glasses back. Once he had them, he whipped them clean with his jacket before putting them back on.

"I'm not helpless without them, my dear," he reassured. "I just... can't read anything, or make out fine details. I have spares in my room, anyway."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy was unaware that he'd lost the bill, not even realizing that a rat had taken it. He watched the sun, feeling Roadhog's eyes on him, but not feeling the need to turn and face him. He looked back as the wine was brought out, pouring his own glass after Mako.

"Only a shower?" he teased lightly, sipping his glass. "I'm afraid you won't need to worry about your mask, my dear. I'm practically blind without my glasses."

He took them off and held them out, pointing at the thickness of the lenses. He squinted to try to watch as Mako moved to grab them, feeling very lost without his sight.

"I can barely see anything in front of my nose," he said, laughing at himself a little. "I won't be able to make out any detail from all the way down here."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy only got the dish Mako offered and a soup, remaining unreactive as the waitress came over and took their order. He's seen how much Mako usually eats, and everyone on base knows that when it's their turn to cook, they need to double the amount of food. He thanked the server as they left, already planning out the tip required.

"I might steal one of your sandwiches," he hummed, gazing off to the setting sun. "I was planning on getting one instead of a pasta. It's rather filling."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

"Oh, no, not at all," Sammy told him, looking back at him. "I'm surprised! I've never been to a place like this before."

He wasn't disappointed in the lack of a rented place, or in anything, really. He didn't know if there was more planned for tonight or if it was just dinner. Sammy knew he would love anything Mako gave him anyway, but a rented house was a little... domestic this early in a relationship.

"What do you suggest?" he asked, looking back down at the menu. "It looks almost as amazing as you."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy only laughed in response, knowing he was pushing his luck with the last name. He quite liked the sound of it and thought it suited Mako very well.

"Everything looks homegrown," he commented, looking around towards the garden. "How did you manage to find a place like this? I don't imagine they'd have many signs up, and I almost thought you were taking me to a rented property for the night."

He wasn't complaining. He wouldn't mind being taken away from base for a night or two, but this was something sweeter.

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

Sammy stayed silent as they drove, watching as the sun lowered closer to the horizon, to wherever Mako was taking him. He hummed at the sight of the house, surprised at the quaint little place. He followed Mako into the garden, staying by his side as the man was addressed by the waitress.

Taking his seat, Sammy leafed through the menu, peering at his options, humming at the number of vegetarian meals they had. It didn't look like they had seafood, so that was wonderful news for the Engineer.

"So, Mr. Rutledge," Sammy hummed after a moment, a smile on his face as he said the name. "Is this a place you've been to before? It's quite lovely."

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.

[quiettinkering]

"Did you want to drive?" Sammy asked, making his way back inside for the vehicle. "Last time I let you have my truck, it came back with bullet holes in it."

Sammy had forgiven him for that. He went through the trouble of fixing the side of the truck, replacing the door, and buffing out any dents after Mako had returned with it. It looked as it always had, a little beat up, well-loved, and not like it had been shot at.

"So long as you promise you won't put any more holes in my truck, you can drive," the Engineer told him, a playful smile on his face.

Roadhog thought Sammy had better appreciated the lengths he went through for him. He knew the man would, he knew that Sammy genuinely appreciated a lot of the things he did for him.

But the amount of money and time it had spent him to get a nice suit for their dinner date had been a huge pain in the ass. Practically had to drive across three states to find a tailor that would accept him, and even then he wasn’t sure if the man did so willingly, because at that point he had been so frustrated the man probably thought he would murder him if he said no. Roadhog probably would have.

However willingly or not the man had done a great job. Roadhog could actually stick down without having to tuck his gut as well as flex without it falling apart. He didn’t look too bad either, though he wouldn’t go as far as to say the look suited him by any means.

Mask on and hair done up in a neat little bun Roadhog waited with arms crossed impatiently for Sammy to finish whatever nerdy crap he was doing in his garage and bring the truck out to pick him up.

@hog-style

Sammy was told he had a surprise tonight. His only instruction was to "dress fancy," as Mako put it. He didn't know what the man could have done, but it would be nice to wear that tailored suit one of the Spy's had gotten him for a mission oh-so-long-ago now. He still needed to break it in...

Checking himself in his office mirror, Sammy frowned as his hair refused to cooperate with him. The gel only helped so much, but whatever he did to it, it would always manage to pop back up and get messy again. Huffing, the Engineer checked over his suit one more time, re-adjusting his tie and checking to make sure his coat wasn't wrinkled.

Not wanting to keep Mako waiting for him, he rushed out to meet the man, not looking as he walked outside.

"What exactly do you have planned, my dear?" he asked, rolling his shoulders in the still-tight suit.