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[ genji knows he must be getting on his brother's nerves by now - but he understands now why angela had requested they not lay together during her first moonblessing. everything is so much - his desires, his worries, his need to protect and be protected in turn.
thankfully, it's not as if he's doing anything like rubbing up on hanzo. but he's still finding ways to tuck himself against his brother's side, holding onto his arm or just wholly hugging him.
right now he's peering over his shoulder, bun ears raised high on his head. when hanzo chides him, his ears go down a little.
he is already holding onto his waist. god help them. ]
I am hungry. [ and lonely, he doesn't say. ] Is there anything I can do to help?
thankfully, it's not as if he's doing anything like rubbing up on hanzo. but he's still finding ways to tuck himself against his brother's side, holding onto his arm or just wholly hugging him.
right now he's peering over his shoulder, bun ears raised high on his head. when hanzo chides him, his ears go down a little.
he is already holding onto his waist. god help them. ]
I am hungry. [ and lonely, he doesn't say. ] Is there anything I can do to help?
[ genji could argue the other points, but his brother sees reason by the time he brings up his last one - so he does not seek a fight when it has already been mostly resolved.
he reaches out, squeezing his brother's shoulder despite the fact that he's half-furry right now. ]
We must first extend our hand - and keep extending it if need be. You know I have my own reservations about this place.
[ and then, a sad expression on his face. ]
You also do not have to worry about becoming a weapon to defend us, Hanzo. If it becomes necessary it will be a joint effort, not something you must handle alone.
he reaches out, squeezing his brother's shoulder despite the fact that he's half-furry right now. ]
We must first extend our hand - and keep extending it if need be. You know I have my own reservations about this place.
[ and then, a sad expression on his face. ]
You also do not have to worry about becoming a weapon to defend us, Hanzo. If it becomes necessary it will be a joint effort, not something you must handle alone.
[When the influence of the moon is this powerful it is only natural for one to seek those with whom one shares the closest relationships- out of concern, out of affection, out of, of... as a general rule, Zenyatta does not shy away from self-reflection. But in this particular instance, sat across from Genji as they attempt to meditate beneath the intoxicating light of Cordis and Iris alike, he is not sure if he is ready to follow where it will lead at this precise moment.
It had certainly been a shock to discover that Genji's moonblessing had been altered, though he seemed by and large to be taking it in his stride. It was not as if the change was an unpleasant one, Zenyatta supposed; with those great, soft ears and the little puff of white he now called a tail his student was, as he had instantly informed him, nothing short of adorable.
But then, perhaps that was part of the problem.
The chime of his orbs, already slowed to a crawl, finally trails off completely. The longer Zenyatta spends in his presence, even with a few feet of space between them and their minds supposedly on higher matters, the more uncomfortably aware he becomes of Genji's body and the furnace within it. The supple curves of him, rounded hips that beg to be gripped, a tidy waist that would seem all the lovelier arched, lovely-
So much for meditation. Before Zenyatta can rein himself back in he finds he's staring at Genji. Even if Genji were not familiar with the feeling of his master's optics upon him by now, the way his robotic ears have swivelled forward and his tail flicks restlessly behind him says it all. He is utterly transfixed.
It had certainly been a shock to discover that Genji's moonblessing had been altered, though he seemed by and large to be taking it in his stride. It was not as if the change was an unpleasant one, Zenyatta supposed; with those great, soft ears and the little puff of white he now called a tail his student was, as he had instantly informed him, nothing short of adorable.
But then, perhaps that was part of the problem.
The chime of his orbs, already slowed to a crawl, finally trails off completely. The longer Zenyatta spends in his presence, even with a few feet of space between them and their minds supposedly on higher matters, the more uncomfortably aware he becomes of Genji's body and the furnace within it. The supple curves of him, rounded hips that beg to be gripped, a tidy waist that would seem all the lovelier arched, lovely-
So much for meditation. Before Zenyatta can rein himself back in he finds he's staring at Genji. Even if Genji were not familiar with the feeling of his master's optics upon him by now, the way his robotic ears have swivelled forward and his tail flicks restlessly behind him says it all. He is utterly transfixed.
Angela had been worried, too. But she's had relatively light Iris cycles herself, now and then, and she knows a few people who barely display any traits at all. Still, Genji hadn't shown signs of a single enlarged canine or sharper eyes— strange, but perhaps not a terrible advancement. Maybe they're just growing accustomed to the changes and they'll wane over time?
It's all she could offer him, and it was far from a scientific or confident answer. And it certainly didn't mean she expected him to arrive in the middle of the night, new moon casting the city in a quiet lavender, as if to soothe all frayed nerves of the previous moons. The sharp raps against the door alarm her, ears perking up where she'd been nearly asleep in her own bed, slipping from the duvet barely warmed by her body heat and padding barefoot through the flat to the door.
There's no peephole, but it didn't matter. She has little enough cause for worry, and opens the door still in one of her partners' henleys hanging off her shoulder, concern already between her brows.
The white of his armor almost goes unnoticed; the ears, however, and the look on his face, doesn't escape her even for a second.
"Genji...?" A hand is held out for him, tentative but immediate, seeking one of his or an embrace to invite him in. "Those ears... Are you all right?"
It's all she could offer him, and it was far from a scientific or confident answer. And it certainly didn't mean she expected him to arrive in the middle of the night, new moon casting the city in a quiet lavender, as if to soothe all frayed nerves of the previous moons. The sharp raps against the door alarm her, ears perking up where she'd been nearly asleep in her own bed, slipping from the duvet barely warmed by her body heat and padding barefoot through the flat to the door.
There's no peephole, but it didn't matter. She has little enough cause for worry, and opens the door still in one of her partners' henleys hanging off her shoulder, concern already between her brows.
The white of his armor almost goes unnoticed; the ears, however, and the look on his face, doesn't escape her even for a second.
"Genji...?" A hand is held out for him, tentative but immediate, seeking one of his or an embrace to invite him in. "Those ears... Are you all right?"
For Genji's part, he'd absolutely seen Jack. But between Gabriel being here now, and the state of their last interaction, he had been ignoring him.
Hard to keep doing that when the man comments about quitting while he's ahead, as Genji steps back down to the holding area, battered and bruised but alive.
"Thanks," he says it coolly, clearly not looking to engage Jack in anything more. He's feeling petty enough that if Jack wants to talk, he's going to have to make the first move.
Hard to keep doing that when the man comments about quitting while he's ahead, as Genji steps back down to the holding area, battered and bruised but alive.
"Thanks," he says it coolly, clearly not looking to engage Jack in anything more. He's feeling petty enough that if Jack wants to talk, he's going to have to make the first move.
"No," he answers honestly, because with everything having shifted so suddenly he does feel off balance, and wrong. Or perhaps he's afraid because of how easily it seems to have happened, too.
Regardless, when she offers a hand, he takes more than that - he steps close and ducks his head down, tucking himself against her front and hugging her, his ears twitching back to lay down against his head. Even just being close to someone soothes his nerves, making him sigh softly (even if he wrinkles his nose a little at the scent on her henley).
"I woke up and I was like this - like I am under Iris."
Regardless, when she offers a hand, he takes more than that - he steps close and ducks his head down, tucking himself against her front and hugging her, his ears twitching back to lay down against his head. Even just being close to someone soothes his nerves, making him sigh softly (even if he wrinkles his nose a little at the scent on her henley).
"I woke up and I was like this - like I am under Iris."
[ genji has had some time to adjust to his new moonblessing. it has been an adjustment he's not sure what to do. while he enjoys sex, he does not usually crave it the way he has been under iris. at the very least, being close and cuddling with people seems to sate it somewhat.
he's also not used to the amount of people who are interested in him because of it. he knows cordis has a similar effect, but his new pheromones seem to invite a different kind of attention - one he's not always happy with.
being with zenyatta had been intended as a balm. his master is always even-keeled, even under the cordis moon, that it should have been simple to sit and meditate. however, even genji is affected by his master's scent, and it's hard to focus when he's being driven to distraction. every shift and chime has his hears perking up towards zenyatta, and he shifts where he sits crossed-legged.
after the chiming stops and he can feel the staring, he peeks open his eyes to find his master looking at him. he heaves a heavy sigh. without even thinking about it, he shifts closer and lays his head on his master's slender shoulder. ]
I cannot focus.
he's also not used to the amount of people who are interested in him because of it. he knows cordis has a similar effect, but his new pheromones seem to invite a different kind of attention - one he's not always happy with.
being with zenyatta had been intended as a balm. his master is always even-keeled, even under the cordis moon, that it should have been simple to sit and meditate. however, even genji is affected by his master's scent, and it's hard to focus when he's being driven to distraction. every shift and chime has his hears perking up towards zenyatta, and he shifts where he sits crossed-legged.
after the chiming stops and he can feel the staring, he peeks open his eyes to find his master looking at him. he heaves a heavy sigh. without even thinking about it, he shifts closer and lays his head on his master's slender shoulder. ]
I cannot focus.
It only has her brows furrowing deeper, canting further, but he steps right in and she's quick to wrap her arms about him as he tucks in against her, one hand up to stroke over his hair and explore one of those soft ears folding back.
Sorry about the clothes, Genji. You can take it off her once she closes the door, promise.
She'll give him a moment to settle and relax, now that he's here.
"The traits are quite telling. Perhaps they're not concrete assignments...? If your demeanor has changed, for example, being around those you care about again. Luckily, you know a veteran."
It's a gentle tease, even as far as usual teasing went. She's trying to set him at ease.
"We'll figure out if it's affecting anyone else. For now, come inside. Let's be sure of what else may be going on."
Sorry about the clothes, Genji. You can take it off her once she closes the door, promise.
She'll give him a moment to settle and relax, now that he's here.
"The traits are quite telling. Perhaps they're not concrete assignments...? If your demeanor has changed, for example, being around those you care about again. Luckily, you know a veteran."
It's a gentle tease, even as far as usual teasing went. She's trying to set him at ease.
"We'll figure out if it's affecting anyone else. For now, come inside. Let's be sure of what else may be going on."
PFFFT. Engineer rubs his shoulder and beams at Genji with a mildly shit-eating grin.
"Who knows? Maybe I got ulterior motives."
Spoilers: he doesn't.
Anyway. Shoulder properly rubbed, he leans against the wall this time, crossing his arms.
"Anyway... that's about all it is. A healing vapor." Made of a lot of weird shit, if Genji's curious. "Figured I oughta set up down here and see what kinda damage that big bastard up there's causin'. Doesn't hurt to hear people's first-hand experiences, either. I've met some big fellas, but he's sorta... suspiciously so, if you get my meanin'."
Said more quietly this time - just in case.
"Who knows? Maybe I got ulterior motives."
Spoilers: he doesn't.
Anyway. Shoulder properly rubbed, he leans against the wall this time, crossing his arms.
"Anyway... that's about all it is. A healing vapor." Made of a lot of weird shit, if Genji's curious. "Figured I oughta set up down here and see what kinda damage that big bastard up there's causin'. Doesn't hurt to hear people's first-hand experiences, either. I've met some big fellas, but he's sorta... suspiciously so, if you get my meanin'."
Said more quietly this time - just in case.
Edited 2019-07-06 01:22 (UTC)
It’s about the level of engagement he expects, though 76 won’t be deterred that easily. There’s unfortunately no real first aid to offer, leaving him a little idle, but he’s nothing if not tenacious. Despite their differences, and the fact that 76 isn’t necessarily keen on doing this either, he knows he can’t ignore recent events, not when it’s going to affect more than just him.
So, he continues.
“Reyes is here.” He’s fairly positive that Genji has sussed that out for himself already, simply by nature of his —this is more about not giving anyone the opportunity to accuse him of hiding things. “Wanted to warn you, if you haven’t run into him yet.”
So, he continues.
“Reyes is here.” He’s fairly positive that Genji has sussed that out for himself already, simply by nature of his —this is more about not giving anyone the opportunity to accuse him of hiding things. “Wanted to warn you, if you haven’t run into him yet.”
[Unfortunately for Genji those ears are one of the most wonderfully distracting parts of his new form, soft and white and leaving his every emotion so very much in evidence. What he would like to do is pet them, Zenyatta decides dreamily: first the swansdown velvet exterior, letting his fingertips feel the beat of his student's heart through the delicate skin, then down to the base for a gentle scratch.
(Some darker, more possessive voice urges him to wrap it around his cock and stroke the two of them to his own climax. He, with difficult, silences it.)
It becomes no easier to resist, though, when Genji shifts. The proximity is at once claustrophobic and intoxicating, but he realises very quickly that he would not want it any other way.]
Nor I, my student. [His own sigh is softer, though it must reverberate through Genji's body as he nestles in closer; before he can help himself he is unfurling his mudra in favour of lacing their fingers together on his knee, stroking the back of Genji's palm.] Perhaps it would be better if we- granted each other some space, during this time of the month.
[He sounds wholly unconvinced.]
... it would be a shame...
(Some darker, more possessive voice urges him to wrap it around his cock and stroke the two of them to his own climax. He, with difficult, silences it.)
It becomes no easier to resist, though, when Genji shifts. The proximity is at once claustrophobic and intoxicating, but he realises very quickly that he would not want it any other way.]
Nor I, my student. [His own sigh is softer, though it must reverberate through Genji's body as he nestles in closer; before he can help himself he is unfurling his mudra in favour of lacing their fingers together on his knee, stroking the back of Genji's palm.] Perhaps it would be better if we- granted each other some space, during this time of the month.
[He sounds wholly unconvinced.]
... it would be a shame...
Of course Genji can adapt. Yoshimitsu expects the other ninja to do so. If there's one thing about Genji that Yoshimitsu likes, it's the fact that Genji is one of the few who can really contend with him. Unlike all the other competitors who've entered this ring, Genji is a solid match against the alleged first mechanical ninja. This is why there's a hint of genuine excitement in Yoshimitsu's overall demeanor despite the harshness of his strikes.
When Genji pivots to deflect his blade, Yoshimitsu does well not to lose his footing. Genji might not be able to match his strength but he's certainly nimbler. Yoshimitsu's movements are a little less fluid in this particular stance but the ancient ninja is determined to win.
"Quit your prancing!" Yoshimitsu growls as he charges forth with a quick series of slashes that Genji either better avoid or parry.
When Genji pivots to deflect his blade, Yoshimitsu does well not to lose his footing. Genji might not be able to match his strength but he's certainly nimbler. Yoshimitsu's movements are a little less fluid in this particular stance but the ancient ninja is determined to win.
"Quit your prancing!" Yoshimitsu growls as he charges forth with a quick series of slashes that Genji either better avoid or parry.
[Hanzo would argue that Genji is slightly less irritating on his nerves now compared to the first 24 hours of his transformation. And, unfortunately, the archer had gotten used to it.
He switches the spatula to his other hand so he can lift and arm and drop it around his brother. It's clear that he wants some attention or affection. Hanzo's not clear on the specifics, but he assumes it has something to do with the new moonblessing.]
You can help by not helping.
[He's joking, but since he's nearly finished anyway there's no harm in allowing Genji to put all his energy toward something productive.]
The green onions. [Hanzo points to the counter where he hadn't finished doing it because he had been distracted.] Chop them for me.
He switches the spatula to his other hand so he can lift and arm and drop it around his brother. It's clear that he wants some attention or affection. Hanzo's not clear on the specifics, but he assumes it has something to do with the new moonblessing.]
You can help by not helping.
[He's joking, but since he's nearly finished anyway there's no harm in allowing Genji to put all his energy toward something productive.]
The green onions. [Hanzo points to the counter where he hadn't finished doing it because he had been distracted.] Chop them for me.
[It's good to know Genji doesn't mind his fursona.]
You are not right often, brother, but when you are, I hate it. [He manages a little smile to try to lighten the mood somewhat. Hanzo doesn't want to worry Genji more than he does already, so he simply nods.]
Very well. I suppose I do not necessarily need help to protect you and you are my primary concern.
You are not right often, brother, but when you are, I hate it. [He manages a little smile to try to lighten the mood somewhat. Hanzo doesn't want to worry Genji more than he does already, so he simply nods.]
Very well. I suppose I do not necessarily need help to protect you and you are my primary concern.
Genji would be happy to play the game with Takame outside of the mission. It made him feel like an old man, a little, but he still liked the idea. The question of what he's learned has him tilting his head, bird like, for a moment, and then he speaks as they wait for a chance at the drinks.
"While I can't vouch for seeing the drugs with my own eyes, I have spoken to several guards who have. It sounds like it can make a man into quite a danger if it doesn't kill him first," he answers back, tilting his head a little and fluttering his eyes as if answering a flirtatious question.
"While I can't vouch for seeing the drugs with my own eyes, I have spoken to several guards who have. It sounds like it can make a man into quite a danger if it doesn't kill him first," he answers back, tilting his head a little and fluttering his eyes as if answering a flirtatious question.
Tucked up against her, the ache and worry eases in increments, almost with the touch of her hand through his hair and ears. When she steps back to let him inside, it doesn't feel dire, though he's quick to follow her.
"But why now? Why not earlier, then?"
The only thing that had really changed was the appearance of Commander Reyes. Genji felt no need to "give up" command now that he was around, though. Still, his brows are furrowed, showing he clearly doesn't expect an answer to his rhetorical questions.
"Thank you for letting me come see you."
"But why now? Why not earlier, then?"
The only thing that had really changed was the appearance of Commander Reyes. Genji felt no need to "give up" command now that he was around, though. Still, his brows are furrowed, showing he clearly doesn't expect an answer to his rhetorical questions.
"Thank you for letting me come see you."
Genji lets his shoulder get rubbed as he laughs again, but when Dell asks about the fight and lowers his voice, his expression falls to something more serious, and he nods. It's no wonder he wears a mask - he telegraphs his expressions quite well without one on.
"I agree. I spoke to some people before the tournament and I believe he is the man that they were testing it on. He is apparently a favorite of the man in charge here."
"I agree. I spoke to some people before the tournament and I believe he is the man that they were testing it on. He is apparently a favorite of the man in charge here."
"We have crossed paths. I am assuming you have as well if you are here to speak of him," Genji says. He moves to examine some dented armor - he will have to get that fixed, either by Angela or Engineer later.
This time, though, he looks up at Jack directly.
"You know, he is not the same man you fought in Switzerland." There is something akin to a warning in his tone about it.
This time, though, he looks up at Jack directly.
"You know, he is not the same man you fought in Switzerland." There is something akin to a warning in his tone about it.
He knows his dropping trick is not likely to work twice against Yoshimitsu, as the other ninja follows after him, intent on pressing his strength advantage. Instead, Genji chooses to dodge back and forth - until Yoshimitsu gets close in on the last swing. Instead, he takes a calculated risk - when the man swipes at him, he lets the blade get in close to his side, and then traps it against his artificial side and arm by slamming the blade between the two.
Genji gives a bright grin at Yoshimitsu, wakizashi in hand as he taps it against Yoshimitsu's chest. "Okay. No more dancing."
Genji gives a bright grin at Yoshimitsu, wakizashi in hand as he taps it against Yoshimitsu's chest. "Okay. No more dancing."
[ that is indeed what genji wants, and he lays his head on hanzo's shoulder when hanzo wraps an arm around him. he's loathe to let him go to help with the onions, in truth, but he knows he's being a pain and he might as well be useful in some capacity.
his ears perk up as he reluctantly pulls away, going to the counter to chop up said onions. it's not as neat as hanzo might do it but it's decent, at the very least, and doesn't take very long. ]
What were you cooking again?
[ hanzo may have told him but he forgot oops. ]
his ears perk up as he reluctantly pulls away, going to the counter to chop up said onions. it's not as neat as hanzo might do it but it's decent, at the very least, and doesn't take very long. ]
What were you cooking again?
[ hanzo may have told him but he forgot oops. ]
[ him love your fursona bro.
genji beams a little bit regardless. ]
Funny, seeing as I am frequently right and you just don't like to admit it.
[ he waggles a finger at hanzo, but after a moment he clears his throat. ]
I admit they did not say how fast it gets out of your system and you probably shouldn't walk out there like this. [ a wicked grin. ] Should I walk you, or should I get Zohvin to come walk you?
genji beams a little bit regardless. ]
Funny, seeing as I am frequently right and you just don't like to admit it.
[ he waggles a finger at hanzo, but after a moment he clears his throat. ]
I admit they did not say how fast it gets out of your system and you probably shouldn't walk out there like this. [ a wicked grin. ] Should I walk you, or should I get Zohvin to come walk you?
[ there's a part of genji that would like nothing more than to remain like this - letting the thrum of his master's body soothe him, his hand against genji's with their fingers laced together.
another part of him tells him he could just as easily take, crawl into his masters lap and pull at the fabric there until he finds what he would prefer to sate the cravings he has.
but he pushes that aside. at least until zenyatta's sent shifts, making genji's ears perk up again, taught. without hearing zenyatta say it, he's aware of what it would be a 'shame' to do.
it is not just his new moonblessing that drives him, however, when he raises his head. ]
Would it?
[ he squeezes zenyatta's hand gently. ]
This place changes us, and sometimes our desires. But I can say that it is... something I had considered before even coming here.
another part of him tells him he could just as easily take, crawl into his masters lap and pull at the fabric there until he finds what he would prefer to sate the cravings he has.
but he pushes that aside. at least until zenyatta's sent shifts, making genji's ears perk up again, taught. without hearing zenyatta say it, he's aware of what it would be a 'shame' to do.
it is not just his new moonblessing that drives him, however, when he raises his head. ]
Would it?
[ he squeezes zenyatta's hand gently. ]
This place changes us, and sometimes our desires. But I can say that it is... something I had considered before even coming here.
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