[ it was not for a lack of trying not to have friends, admittedly. but angela had been determined, and mccree similarly so. his friendship with lena and winston came a little easier, when he'd been moved to the strike team and out of blackwatch.
and zenyatta, similarly, had been persistent. ]
I was glad to know they are doing well.
[ then a video pops up, and he clicks into it curiously. watching his brother clean is ... good, it means he's trying. still, he cannot help but give a chuckle. ]
Would you like some assistance? We would both get it done twice as fast.
[Hanzo shakes his head, looking into the screen with a frown.]
I made the mess. I should be the one to clean it.
[But if he really wants to help he can find whatever the prismal equivalent of sake is to celebrate the cleaning. Hanzo decides against that and just focuses on picking up bottles and tossing them into the same bin. Recycling has to be a thing here, right?]
[ fair enough. with the offer to visit, however, genji quickly thinks of things that he can do to encourage this kind of behavior in hanzo. and, well... food is a good choice. ]
I will do just so. It will be a little bit, as I have something I need to take care of first. But I'll be by.
[ he can show hanzo that he's also doing well, and settling in okay. he thinks he saw a noodle shop on one of the other levels.. it was not the same as a ramen shop, but if it offered similar fare, that would be nice.
if hanzo doesn't seek further conversation, when genji knocks on his door with a "yo!", he'll have a bag in hand. ]
[Hanzo is about half finished with straightening up when he hears the knock. He's picked up the bottles, disposed of them, and now he's in the kitchen washing dishes and drying them to put away. Setting down what he has in hand he pulls open the door to let his brother inside.
Even now it's still a little strange that he's there. There are times it feels like he's interacting with a ghost or some form of hallucination.]
Make yourself at ho---what is that?
[He nods in the direction of the food containers Genji has, shutting the door behind him. Hanzo is about to say he shouldn't have gone through the trouble of bringing food but his stomach growls and he takes it as a sign to keep quiet and just appreciate.]
[ genji is about to answer what it is when hanzo's stomach growls, prompting another small, melodic laugh from the cyborg. ]
A treat.
[ he answers with some teasing in his voice, moving towards the table. it is a little odd to move as though all is well and normal around hanzo, when there is still so much to deal with. they will have to address these matters with time.
but for now, lunch.
he begins pulling takeout bowls of broth and noodles, and cardboard containers with add ins. ]
It is no Rikimaru Ramen, but they have soup shops that do noodle dishes that are quite good.
[ inside, a hot salty broth that smells of some kind of animal - smells like it could have been a mix between pork and chicken. there are noodles, thicker than ramen or udon but with a softer texture and glossier. slices of seasoned mystery meat, and vegetable add ins in another carryout container, are opened up. there are even two pickled eggs, though their color is faint blue through and through.
the final addition is not alcohol, but two bottles of soda that advertise some kind of berry flavor.. and edible glitter inside. ]
[A treat? Cake? He forces himself not to be too hopeful. It doesn't smell like cake. It smells like...something else.]
It was not necessary, but I appreciate it.
[He's in no position to refuse he pulls out a chair for his brother to sit and takes a seat at the opposite side of the table. Hanzo places a set of chopsticks down for each of them and watches as the food is set out, quickly deciding that it's not all too far out there that it's not appetizing.]
Soda? Do you know how much sugar is in these things? [Hanzo frowns and pulls one toward him anyway like he wasn't just thinking about cake. Maybe he's a little salty that they're not alcoholic beverages.]
If it is good enough to impress you, I am sure it will taste fine.
My taste is not quite what it used to be, so if it is not to your liking, please let me know with no worry.
[ his sense of taste was reduced, for a lack of a better word, after the accident. in part because of how destroyed his jaw was - he's lucky he has some sense of taste at all, frankly.
for the soda, though, genji lifts his and wiggles it a little. ]
So it is the dessert to our lunch. Plus, it has edible sparkles inside, Hanzo.
[ he seems.. absolutely delighted about this prospect. there's a faint noise from under the table, which prompts genji to look down and - ]
[He looks down at the table in silence, wanting to apologize but also not wanting to ruin the pleasant atmosphere of their meal. Hanzo avoids eye contact when he draws one of the containers toward him. Something about rendering his brother's favorite meal less appetizing makes him feel like he shouldn't be allowed to enjoy it. His fists clench under the table but he forces a smile at the mention of sprinkles.]
I am sure it will not taste as good as the real thing anyway, if it is any consolation.
[When he catches sight of Ramen he remembers that his two were quarantined to the bedroom to not distract him during the cleaning process, but he calls them over to keep their sister company.]
You spoil her, Genji. [Hanzo starts with one of the pickled eggs, taking a bite and then dropping the rest into the broth to warm up. In the meanwhile he stuffs his mouth full of thick noodles and tries not to think too much about...well, anything.]
[ he means it apologetically - in case it really isn't that good, because he tasted it. but even bad ramen is passable ramen, was his judgement. it wasn't something with a subtler taste that he could miss. ]
They let me try some, so it passed muster.
[ he gives a little laugh, loading up his container with plenty of veggies - angela had drilled into him the value of veggies in keeping him healthy. ]
It does sadden me that I do not see much of our culture here. There are items that are similar, but not quite the same.
[ ramen chatters happily at the promise of food and, upon seeing her brothers, them as well. ]
She likes to be spoiled!
[ genji carefully takes off his mask, picking up his chopsticks and giving a small itadakimasu to start the meal. ]
[Hanzo nods, so used to eating alone in silence that he hears Genji's itadakimasu when his mouth is already full of food, but says it once he's able.]
Father would roll over in his grave to hear me say this, but some days I am glad to be away from it. It was pushed on us heavily. Tradition, culture, all of it. [He doesn't feel any resentment toward his father over it that he will acknowledge. It's difficult to outright hate a man he spent so much time trying to impress and honor as a boy.]
Because you spoil her so much. It is a vicious cycle. [Hanzo laughs a little, quickly returning to eating.]
What I said before about wanting to be sober before I offered you justice. I was not lying. I do deserve death for what I did to you, and you have my word that if you decide to do it I will not stop you. My life is yours.
[ there's a bit of surprise to hear that hanzo is glad to be away from it, but he supposes it makes sense. genji himself escaped it as much as he could, and now that hanzo has had time to grow... he understands the sentiment. ]
Too much of anything is bad. Still, it'd be nice to see a real ramen shop.
[ he'll leave it at that. and any protests he has about spoiling ramen die in the back of his throat when hanzo says that his life is genji's, again. bringing back up that if genji wanted to, he could end his life.
he sets his chopsticks down with a clack. ]
I meant what I said before. Both times. [ in case either of them have somehow forgotten the confrontation at hanamura. ] I have forgiven you for what you did, and I do not have any desire to end your life, Hanzo.
[Of course real ramen would be great but there won't be any of that here. Unless of course he makes it himself. Maybe with enough time he could collect the right ingredients to properly recreate the look and flavor. Perhaps just one or the other if it doesn't go well.]
Perhaps you feel that way now, but when you change your mind, just know that my offer stands.
[It isn't as though he has many serious attachments at the moment. He's going through the motions of life, and some might argue that it's living, but he's done so many things in the past several months that he's never done in his entire childhood or adolescent. So he's on the fence as far as whether or not this is living, but he's not going to start an argument over it.]
I appreciate your forgiveness, and admire your restraint. [Pleasantries to smooth over the tension between them now, of course. But with enough time he may come to understand what it feels like to forgive and let go.]
I can make ramen for you if you really miss home so much. Whatever you would like. Assuming you still lack culinary skills.
the look in genji's face can only be called "complicated". there is truly a desire to tear into hanzo for continuing to think death is his only option for atonement. the fact that he thinks it is a matter of time until genji decides to kill him anyway.
it makes what he can taste of the soup, sour on his tongue. he must remind himself to be patient. master zenyatta had been patient with him; he can afford hanzo the same kindness, as his brother. ]
You are welcome.
[ it's the ... only thing he can say without wanting to yell at hanzo. it's a bit stiff, but it does smooth over the conversation. genji at least picks his chopsticks back up.
at the comment, though, he finds it in him to laugh. ]
I can promise you I have cultivated nothing behind the basic culinary skills. You will have to blame the cooks at Overwatch and in the monastery for that.
... If you were to try making ramen, I would greatly appreciate it.
[The food is actually not so bad. It's not ramen, but it is satisfying.]
I figured as much. You never paid much attention to anything that did not involve getting to swing your blades around.
[Also they had people to do the cooking so it's not as though it was ever necessary while they were growing up.]
I will cook whatever you like if you become homesick. [With the unspoken stipulation that he doesn't discuss it with anyone else.]
The monastery where the omnic monk is from? [He knows Zenyatta's name, but he doesn't want to broadcast his familiarity so soon after Genji has just arrived.]
I paid attention to some other things, you know... Besides girls.
[ like calligraphy, even if he never got the hang of it. the true crux is that genji's always had someone cooking for him. he can at least get by the basics - rice, eggs, instant ramen and steamed vegetables - so that he doesn't die if left to his own devices.
at the offer, though, genji leans his (prosthetic) jaw on his (real) hand. ]
What if I then become homesick all the time? I'll get spoiled like Ramen is.
And yes, that is where my master is from - the Shambali monastery in Nepal. You mentioned him the other night.
[ there is A Glint in his eyes, mischievous. hanzo was more open with his feelings when he was drunk. ]
[His brows raise as if to challenge that statement, but he doesn't actually do so. He's sure his expression says enough.]
I can tell if you lie to me. Even when your voice is...that way.
[As long as he can see Genji's eyes he's sure he can tell, and if not he can fake it and try his hand at calling his brother's bluffs. He's not refusing, though.]
I did? [Hanzo lowers his head to look into his half empty bowl of soup, hair falling into his face as he tries to recall the details of their conversation. Ah, yes. Perhaps he said too much.]
[Hanzo just looks at him. He doesn't have the heart to argue even if he disagrees. There's no harm in letting his brother have that.]
Well he is very fascinating. I do not know many omnics. [He glances across the table at his brother, giving his very best poker face. There's no way Zenyatta would have told him anything, right? Hanzo glances around, searching for something to change the conversation but that would only make it more obvious that he's running from the topic.]
There was some ridiculous festival going on when we first arrived, and we...danced. That is all. He has a very insightful view of the world. [He just enjoyed listening to him speak among other things.]
I know he is a monk, but have you and he ever...[Don't make him say it..]
[ what had zenyatta told him? enough, he had told him enough. genji meets his brother's poker face with a little smile of his own, affecting innocence when they know it is anything but. ]
There are many omnics around. It does not take much to speak to them.
[ and then hanzo asks that, which at first gets genji's eyes widening, and a hint of pink on his cheeks. then he clears his throat, lifting his chin off his hand. ]
Yes, well, I have never been trapped on a foreign planet with just a single one. [Hanzo argues, changing his wording to be more accurate. Not that it changed the idea behind what he's trying to say.]
You know what I mean. Have you...had relations with him? [He gestures vaguely with his hands.]
[ genji takes a moment to slurp up some of his soup - noisily. it's been years and he still does it, sorry hanzo. he licks his lips before he speaks again. ]
You are forgiven. He and I have had the question before, since we are very close. But it is platonic, not sexual.
So, if you are interested in seeing if he is curious about humans, you have nothing to fear from me.
[The sound is still as irritating and iconic as ever. He frowns at first but the familiarity ultimately makes him smile.]
I see. [Hanzo nods slowly, wondering whether that is by choice or because they aren't physically able to carry out the ways most might act on consensual attraction.]
I---what?? No. Do not be ridiculous, brother.
[Oh he definitely hears it and he hates that. There's no way Genji knows anything. He must be bluffing. Anything to avoid the fact that to his own kin he is painfully easy to read.]
I have never seen you as a challenge, and do not plan to start now. I have no romantic interest in your master, Genji. He is simply the first omnic that I have befriended, so apologies if I am too curious.
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and zenyatta, similarly, had been persistent. ]
I was glad to know they are doing well.
[ then a video pops up, and he clicks into it curiously. watching his brother clean is ... good, it means he's trying. still, he cannot help but give a chuckle. ]
Would you like some assistance? We would both get it done twice as fast.
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I made the mess. I should be the one to clean it.
[But if he really wants to help he can find whatever the prismal equivalent of sake is to celebrate the cleaning. Hanzo decides against that and just focuses on picking up bottles and tossing them into the same bin. Recycling has to be a thing here, right?]
You are free to visit if you want, however.
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I will do just so. It will be a little bit, as I have something I need to take care of first. But I'll be by.
[ he can show hanzo that he's also doing well, and settling in okay. he thinks he saw a noodle shop on one of the other levels.. it was not the same as a ramen shop, but if it offered similar fare, that would be nice.
if hanzo doesn't seek further conversation, when genji knocks on his door with a "yo!", he'll have a bag in hand. ]
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Even now it's still a little strange that he's there. There are times it feels like he's interacting with a ghost or some form of hallucination.]
Make yourself at ho---what is that?
[He nods in the direction of the food containers Genji has, shutting the door behind him. Hanzo is about to say he shouldn't have gone through the trouble of bringing food but his stomach growls and he takes it as a sign to keep quiet and just appreciate.]
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A treat.
[ he answers with some teasing in his voice, moving towards the table. it is a little odd to move as though all is well and normal around hanzo, when there is still so much to deal with. they will have to address these matters with time.
but for now, lunch.
he begins pulling takeout bowls of broth and noodles, and cardboard containers with add ins. ]
It is no Rikimaru Ramen, but they have soup shops that do noodle dishes that are quite good.
[ inside, a hot salty broth that smells of some kind of animal - smells like it could have been a mix between pork and chicken. there are noodles, thicker than ramen or udon but with a softer texture and glossier. slices of seasoned mystery meat, and vegetable add ins in another carryout container, are opened up. there are even two pickled eggs, though their color is faint blue through and through.
the final addition is not alcohol, but two bottles of soda that advertise some kind of berry flavor.. and edible glitter inside. ]
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It was not necessary, but I appreciate it.
[He's in no position to refuse he pulls out a chair for his brother to sit and takes a seat at the opposite side of the table. Hanzo places a set of chopsticks down for each of them and watches as the food is set out, quickly deciding that it's not all too far out there that it's not appetizing.]
Soda? Do you know how much sugar is in these things? [Hanzo frowns and pulls one toward him anyway like he wasn't just thinking about cake. Maybe he's a little salty that they're not alcoholic beverages.]
If it is good enough to impress you, I am sure it will taste fine.
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[ his sense of taste was reduced, for a lack of a better word, after the accident. in part because of how destroyed his jaw was - he's lucky he has some sense of taste at all, frankly.
for the soda, though, genji lifts his and wiggles it a little. ]
So it is the dessert to our lunch. Plus, it has edible sparkles inside, Hanzo.
[ he seems.. absolutely delighted about this prospect. there's a faint noise from under the table, which prompts genji to look down and - ]
Yes, you'll get some too, Ramen.
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[He looks down at the table in silence, wanting to apologize but also not wanting to ruin the pleasant atmosphere of their meal. Hanzo avoids eye contact when he draws one of the containers toward him. Something about rendering his brother's favorite meal less appetizing makes him feel like he shouldn't be allowed to enjoy it. His fists clench under the table but he forces a smile at the mention of sprinkles.]
I am sure it will not taste as good as the real thing anyway, if it is any consolation.
[When he catches sight of Ramen he remembers that his two were quarantined to the bedroom to not distract him during the cleaning process, but he calls them over to keep their sister company.]
You spoil her, Genji. [Hanzo starts with one of the pickled eggs, taking a bite and then dropping the rest into the broth to warm up. In the meanwhile he stuffs his mouth full of thick noodles and tries not to think too much about...well, anything.]
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They let me try some, so it passed muster.
[ he gives a little laugh, loading up his container with plenty of veggies - angela had drilled into him the value of veggies in keeping him healthy. ]
It does sadden me that I do not see much of our culture here. There are items that are similar, but not quite the same.
[ ramen chatters happily at the promise of food and, upon seeing her brothers, them as well. ]
She likes to be spoiled!
[ genji carefully takes off his mask, picking up his chopsticks and giving a small itadakimasu to start the meal. ]
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Father would roll over in his grave to hear me say this, but some days I am glad to be away from it. It was pushed on us heavily. Tradition, culture, all of it. [He doesn't feel any resentment toward his father over it that he will acknowledge. It's difficult to outright hate a man he spent so much time trying to impress and honor as a boy.]
Because you spoil her so much. It is a vicious cycle. [Hanzo laughs a little, quickly returning to eating.]
What I said before about wanting to be sober before I offered you justice. I was not lying. I do deserve death for what I did to you, and you have my word that if you decide to do it I will not stop you. My life is yours.
hanzo no
Too much of anything is bad. Still, it'd be nice to see a real ramen shop.
[ he'll leave it at that. and any protests he has about spoiling ramen die in the back of his throat when hanzo says that his life is genji's, again. bringing back up that if genji wanted to, he could end his life.
he sets his chopsticks down with a clack. ]
I meant what I said before. Both times. [ in case either of them have somehow forgotten the confrontation at hanamura. ] I have forgiven you for what you did, and I do not have any desire to end your life, Hanzo.
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Perhaps you feel that way now, but when you change your mind, just know that my offer stands.
[It isn't as though he has many serious attachments at the moment. He's going through the motions of life, and some might argue that it's living, but he's done so many things in the past several months that he's never done in his entire childhood or adolescent. So he's on the fence as far as whether or not this is living, but he's not going to start an argument over it.]
I appreciate your forgiveness, and admire your restraint. [Pleasantries to smooth over the tension between them now, of course. But with enough time he may come to understand what it feels like to forgive and let go.]
I can make ramen for you if you really miss home so much. Whatever you would like. Assuming you still lack culinary skills.
( smacks with newspaper ) no dying
the look in genji's face can only be called "complicated". there is truly a desire to tear into hanzo for continuing to think death is his only option for atonement. the fact that he thinks it is a matter of time until genji decides to kill him anyway.
it makes what he can taste of the soup, sour on his tongue. he must remind himself to be patient. master zenyatta had been patient with him; he can afford hanzo the same kindness, as his brother. ]
You are welcome.
[ it's the ... only thing he can say without wanting to yell at hanzo. it's a bit stiff, but it does smooth over the conversation. genji at least picks his chopsticks back up.
at the comment, though, he finds it in him to laugh. ]
I can promise you I have cultivated nothing behind the basic culinary skills. You will have to blame the cooks at Overwatch and in the monastery for that.
... If you were to try making ramen, I would greatly appreciate it.
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I figured as much. You never paid much attention to anything that did not involve getting to swing your blades around.
[Also they had people to do the cooking so it's not as though it was ever necessary while they were growing up.]
I will cook whatever you like if you become homesick. [With the unspoken stipulation that he doesn't discuss it with anyone else.]
The monastery where the omnic monk is from? [He knows Zenyatta's name, but he doesn't want to broadcast his familiarity so soon after Genji has just arrived.]
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[ like calligraphy, even if he never got the hang of it. the true crux is that genji's always had someone cooking for him. he can at least get by the basics - rice, eggs, instant ramen and steamed vegetables - so that he doesn't die if left to his own devices.
at the offer, though, genji leans his (prosthetic) jaw on his (real) hand. ]
What if I then become homesick all the time? I'll get spoiled like Ramen is.
And yes, that is where my master is from - the Shambali monastery in Nepal. You mentioned him the other night.
[ there is A Glint in his eyes, mischievous. hanzo was more open with his feelings when he was drunk. ]
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I can tell if you lie to me. Even when your voice is...that way.
[As long as he can see Genji's eyes he's sure he can tell, and if not he can fake it and try his hand at calling his brother's bluffs. He's not refusing, though.]
I did? [Hanzo lowers his head to look into his half empty bowl of soup, hair falling into his face as he tries to recall the details of their conversation. Ah, yes. Perhaps he said too much.]
Must have slipped my mind. [A lie.]
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It is not so different compared to my old voice, now.
[ it is. he's just used to it now, and he doesn't have a crystal clear memory of his own voice after ten years of using his modulator.
hanzo looking down is as clear a lie as any, though, and a grin crosses his his face. ]
You seemed quite intrigued by Zenyatta. He is who I have spent the last few years travelling with. He gave me a home in Nepal.
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Well he is very fascinating. I do not know many omnics. [He glances across the table at his brother, giving his very best poker face. There's no way Zenyatta would have told him anything, right? Hanzo glances around, searching for something to change the conversation but that would only make it more obvious that he's running from the topic.]
There was some ridiculous festival going on when we first arrived, and we...danced. That is all. He has a very insightful view of the world. [He just enjoyed listening to him speak among other things.]
I know he is a monk, but have you and he ever...[Don't make him say it..]
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There are many omnics around. It does not take much to speak to them.
[ and then hanzo asks that, which at first gets genji's eyes widening, and a hint of pink on his cheeks. then he clears his throat, lifting his chin off his hand. ]
Have we ever what, Hanzo?
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Yes, well, I have never been trapped on a foreign planet with just a single one. [Hanzo argues, changing his wording to be more accurate. Not that it changed the idea behind what he's trying to say.]
You know what I mean. Have you...had relations with him? [He gestures vaguely with his hands.]
Have you been intimate with him?
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[ he doesn't quite say "had sex", but it's as close as hanzo will ever get to it for now. genji grins quite saliciously, then shakes his head. ]
No we have not had sex of any kind. He is my master and I am his student. He's not that kind of master.
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I see. [Even if he's not eating he ends up coughing like he just choked on something. Of course Genji would be so blunt about it.]
I just assumed. My mistake.
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You are forgiven. He and I have had the question before, since we are very close. But it is platonic, not sexual.
So, if you are interested in seeing if he is curious about humans, you have nothing to fear from me.
[ you can practically hear the ♥ in his voice. ]
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I see. [Hanzo nods slowly, wondering whether that is by choice or because they aren't physically able to carry out the ways most might act on consensual attraction.]
I---what?? No. Do not be ridiculous, brother.
[Oh he definitely hears it and he hates that. There's no way Genji knows anything. He must be bluffing. Anything to avoid the fact that to his own kin he is painfully easy to read.]
I have never seen you as a challenge, and do not plan to start now. I have no romantic interest in your master, Genji. He is simply the first omnic that I have befriended, so apologies if I am too curious.
[P-p-p-p-oker face, p-p-poker face.]
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I have never seen you as a challenge either, Hanzo. It would be silly to compete in such things.
[ takashi... notwithstanding. but back to the teasing: ]
So, you do not he is quite handsome for an Omnic?
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