[ Not a question he wants to answer. He has not removed his visor, at least; she won't see the distaste accompanying his calm reply. ]
Hack-mods are outlawed for a reason, I suppose.
[ He's quiet as she works, though his abdominal muscles are corded tight. Being touched - skin to skin - has been a rare occurrence for the past ten years; it feels akin to sensory overload. He focuses on the stained ceiling tiles above, amusing himself by picking out shapes in the fading stains.
Like he once did as a child, except it was the clouds above that formed his ceiling. And his brother would sit at his side, nose buried in a book. The smell of sweetgrass, catching in his throat. The sun gilding Hanzo's stern profile.
He flinches when her palm ghosts over the implants at his sternum, but when he speaks, it's of a different matter. ]
When you last sang at the Nest, you mentioned you brokered information as your main pursuit. What is your fee?
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Hack-mods are outlawed for a reason, I suppose.
[ He's quiet as she works, though his abdominal muscles are corded tight. Being touched - skin to skin - has been a rare occurrence for the past ten years; it feels akin to sensory overload. He focuses on the stained ceiling tiles above, amusing himself by picking out shapes in the fading stains.
Like he once did as a child, except it was the clouds above that formed his ceiling. And his brother would sit at his side, nose buried in a book. The smell of sweetgrass, catching in his throat. The sun gilding Hanzo's stern profile.
He flinches when her palm ghosts over the implants at his sternum, but when he speaks, it's of a different matter. ]
When you last sang at the Nest, you mentioned you brokered information as your main pursuit. What is your fee?