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[ the end of the water was followed by another stream of expletives, and the thoroughly waterlogged cowboy sank back against the porcelain with a grunt. even without the spray, his clothing was already soaked through, and he could feel the chill already taking hold. his arm was waterproof, thankfully, but it didn’t make the feeling any less uncomfortable, and his maintenance kit was still packed with his bike.
he should have been the adult. the mature solution would be to allow himself to be helped from the tub, dry off, and move on. in that moment, jesse didn’t want to be mature.
once he had a solid grip on genji’s forearm, he heaved back, hoping to yank the ninja right down with him. ]
he should have been the adult. the mature solution would be to allow himself to be helped from the tub, dry off, and move on. in that moment, jesse didn’t want to be mature.
once he had a solid grip on genji’s forearm, he heaved back, hoping to yank the ninja right down with him. ]
[Genji is wearing armor and has three metal appendages, but the alloy that makes him light enough to double jump and do all his ninja flips, works against him here because he weighs far, far less than someone his size should. McCree's yank is more than enough to drag him down, losing his balance and crashing into the cowboy's chest with a loud thunk as metal armor met metal armor.
He curses loudly in Japanese and flails, trying to get up from the awkward position of having his legs on the edge of the tub and his upper half on McCree which isn't giving him leverage or any good handholds. ]
He curses loudly in Japanese and flails, trying to get up from the awkward position of having his legs on the edge of the tub and his upper half on McCree which isn't giving him leverage or any good handholds. ]
[ this was not his best plan.
even if he didn't weigh as much a cyborg that size likely should, he wasn't light. especially when landing bodily on jesse's chest. it was a testament to the strength of his own armor that it didn't dent on the impact, but he'd definitely be having some bruises the next day. the sudden force was enough to knock the air from his lungs, and he wheezed in a breath or two as he tried to recover.
any effort he made to try and move only seemed to entangle them further, a sprawling mess of limbs and spurs, and how the hell did he end up with his leg there? ]
Shit-!
even if he didn't weigh as much a cyborg that size likely should, he wasn't light. especially when landing bodily on jesse's chest. it was a testament to the strength of his own armor that it didn't dent on the impact, but he'd definitely be having some bruises the next day. the sudden force was enough to knock the air from his lungs, and he wheezed in a breath or two as he tried to recover.
any effort he made to try and move only seemed to entangle them further, a sprawling mess of limbs and spurs, and how the hell did he end up with his leg there? ]
Shit-!
[He yells something in Japanese that certainly sounds angry, thwonking his palm against McCree's armored chest as if to add insult to injury.]
Stop moving! You are making it worse!
[He rolls to the side in order to get himself fully into the tub so that he can get situated to then get out of the tub. Which jams his elbow into McCree's side and probably his legs into place Jesse would rather they not be. But okay. He is in the tub now, and on top of Jesse. Time to fix this stupid mess.]
You are honestly the worst.
Stop moving! You are making it worse!
[He rolls to the side in order to get himself fully into the tub so that he can get situated to then get out of the tub. Which jams his elbow into McCree's side and probably his legs into place Jesse would rather they not be. But okay. He is in the tub now, and on top of Jesse. Time to fix this stupid mess.]
You are honestly the worst.
[ he didn't any idea what the words meant, but he got the gist. seemed pretty accurate, all things considered. jesse glowered at him as he thumped his chest, metal fingers sliding against the smooth tub surface as he made a futile attempt for leverage. ]
You're one to talk!
[ the elbow wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't half as alarming as the pressure of genji's knee against his (other) six shooter. it was just brushing up against the line between discomfort and pain, and he hissed as he moved again. ]
Just... hold up for a sec!
You're one to talk!
[ the elbow wasn't pleasant, but it wasn't half as alarming as the pressure of genji's knee against his (other) six shooter. it was just brushing up against the line between discomfort and pain, and he hissed as he moved again. ]
Just... hold up for a sec!
This is in no way my fault.
[But he stops moving for the moment, leaning his forehead against Jesse's shoulder and trying to think rationally. The way his head is swimming he feels like he might be getting drunk just from proximity. ]
You do smell less offensive.
[But his breath is still about 80 proof and a little nauseating. ]
[But he stops moving for the moment, leaning his forehead against Jesse's shoulder and trying to think rationally. The way his head is swimming he feels like he might be getting drunk just from proximity. ]
You do smell less offensive.
[But his breath is still about 80 proof and a little nauseating. ]
[ he was grateful for the temporary reprieve, even if it didn't make him any lighter. the lack of movement did make it a little easier to focus, if nothing else. ]
That s'pposed to make this better?
[ he wasn't even close to sober, but the frigid water had made him slightly more coherent. at least enough to recognize how awkward this was. ]
You wanna get off me?
That s'pposed to make this better?
[ he wasn't even close to sober, but the frigid water had made him slightly more coherent. at least enough to recognize how awkward this was. ]
You wanna get off me?
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I am trying! You are the one who pulled me down here.
[Now that he's stopped moving he's a little more aware of where all his limbs are and how close his knee is to McCree's ... Weapon.
He pulls back, leaning against the tiled wall and trying to figure out how to get up without jabbing him in tender places.]
Can you sit up? That will give us more room.
[And put him in Jesse's lap, but from there he might be able to scooch back and climb out of there.]
[Now that he's stopped moving he's a little more aware of where all his limbs are and how close his knee is to McCree's ... Weapon.
He pulls back, leaning against the tiled wall and trying to figure out how to get up without jabbing him in tender places.]
Can you sit up? That will give us more room.
[And put him in Jesse's lap, but from there he might be able to scooch back and climb out of there.]
Comin' from the one who just hosed me down, I'd say it's deserved.
[ he can only bring himself to sound so angry with the threat of being disarmed in a very painful manner. the vehemence is definitely there, though, and huffing an angry breath out through his nose. ]
I'm tryin'. Just keep an eye out for the...
[ 'hard bits' didn't feel right to say, considering. ]
... Watch your knee, alright?
[ he did try his best to pull himself into a sitting position, bracing his hands against the edge of the tub. ]
[ he can only bring himself to sound so angry with the threat of being disarmed in a very painful manner. the vehemence is definitely there, though, and huffing an angry breath out through his nose. ]
I'm tryin'. Just keep an eye out for the...
[ 'hard bits' didn't feel right to say, considering. ]
... Watch your knee, alright?
[ he did try his best to pull himself into a sitting position, bracing his hands against the edge of the tub. ]
[He shifts with him in order to keep his parts well away from McCree's flashbang. This does give him a little more room to navigate, straddling McCree for the briefest moment before rolling over the edge of the tub and splatting onto the tile floor.]
I was going to give you a towel, not drown you. You did not have to make such a mess of things.
[Which seems to be Jesse's past time honestly. He turns to kneel on the ground next to the tub, offering his arm again.]
Would you like some assistance? And do not pull me back in there.
I was going to give you a towel, not drown you. You did not have to make such a mess of things.
[Which seems to be Jesse's past time honestly. He turns to kneel on the ground next to the tub, offering his arm again.]
Would you like some assistance? And do not pull me back in there.
[ he damn neared sighed in relief as genji lifted his leg, only to have the rest of the air rush out of him as he then climbed on top of him. brief as it was, the weight of the other man straddling him would be haunting his thoughts for nights to come.
jesse was not a man easily flustered, but even he couldn't write off the heat he felt entirely to the bourbon. ]
Coulda fooled me.
[ this time, however, he did allow himself to be pulled up. he was not even close to sober, and he wasn't steady on his feet; his boots slid against wet surface of the tub, but he managed to get himself out. ]
Much obliged.
[ it wasn't entirely genuine, still feeling annoyed and off kilter by their little... encounter. ]
jesse was not a man easily flustered, but even he couldn't write off the heat he felt entirely to the bourbon. ]
Coulda fooled me.
[ this time, however, he did allow himself to be pulled up. he was not even close to sober, and he wasn't steady on his feet; his boots slid against wet surface of the tub, but he managed to get himself out. ]
Much obliged.
[ it wasn't entirely genuine, still feeling annoyed and off kilter by their little... encounter. ]
[Admittedly Genji hadn't really thought his: hose McCree down like a dog, plan through. Because now that he watches him stand there dripping, unsteady on his feet and with a lot of soggy bits that probably shouldn't be wet, (sorry peacekeeper), he realizes what the next step here is.
Oh boy this is going to be awkward. Or it might have been if Genji wasn't just on the edge of furious with McCree. Instead of being tentative and hesitant he yanks at the serape, tugs at that dumb belt buckle and shoves a towel at McCree. ]
Get all this off and get dry. Then you get to lay down and sleep this off.
Oh boy this is going to be awkward. Or it might have been if Genji wasn't just on the edge of furious with McCree. Instead of being tentative and hesitant he yanks at the serape, tugs at that dumb belt buckle and shoves a towel at McCree. ]
Get all this off and get dry. Then you get to lay down and sleep this off.
[ jesse already knew where this had to go. the layers of clothing hung heavy off his frame, dripping on the floor. it wasn't great for the leather, but the chill and the damp weren't much better for the body.
... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
Jesus, Genji-
... but not half as bad as rough hands yanking on his belt buckle.
fuck. he was not even close to sober enough for this right now.
he sputtered for a second, sluggishly batting at genji's hands with less than stellar precision. the towel dropped to the floor, the cowboy too concerned with preserving his non-existent dignity. ]
H-Hey!
[ he should have said he could do it himself, as he'd managed every other drunken evening. or so he told himself. it'd be a lie to say he always succeeded, and didn't just pass out half-dressed. ]
Jesus, Genji-
[Genji huffs out a breath and relents, he can feel the anger boiling up in him and realizes he's not even sure why he's so mad. McCree is drunk most mornings and hungover the rest. This isn't any different. Why does he care?
Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
Tranquility.]
Taking a deep breath he turns and leaves the bathroom. McCree can get undressed and dry off in peace. Genji is going to kneel in the small patch of sun from the window and meditate. He pulls his helmet off so he can feel the warmth on his face, his body perfectly contained within the square of sunlight shining through, like a cat.
He is fine. This is fine. There's no need to be angry.
Tranquility.]
[ whatever small spark of relief he felt as genji left didn't last. jesse was still sopping wet and without a change of clothes, and the ninja was still at least partly right -- one way or another, he needed to strip.
after he tossed his clothing in a heap, which was obviously optimal for drying, he turned his attention to the towel. it was typical hotel fare, half the size of what it should have been and a tight fit at the hips. between the lack of fabric and clumsy, drunken fingers, he ended up holding it in place more than anything, and still left a decent triangle of thigh exposed.
whatever. he'd worry about modesty later, when he hadn't just been hosed down.
he spared a glance in genji's direction as he shuffled out of the bathroom, instead making his way to the only bed in the room. ]
Don't suppose you thought to pick up some clothes.
after he tossed his clothing in a heap, which was obviously optimal for drying, he turned his attention to the towel. it was typical hotel fare, half the size of what it should have been and a tight fit at the hips. between the lack of fabric and clumsy, drunken fingers, he ended up holding it in place more than anything, and still left a decent triangle of thigh exposed.
whatever. he'd worry about modesty later, when he hadn't just been hosed down.
he spared a glance in genji's direction as he shuffled out of the bathroom, instead making his way to the only bed in the room. ]
Don't suppose you thought to pick up some clothes.
[He's only slightly calmer by the time Jesse enters the room, meditation only goes so far, and sometimes it can make things worse by hyperfocusing on the thing that's most annoying. McCree is behind him, and Genji is facing the wall, but he stiffens up, not turning around because he can almost hear that the man is naked. There's something in the air, the nearly imperceptible sound of wet thighs rubbing together, a towel that somehow Genji absolutely knows is doing nothing to cover him up.
There's a big difference between knowing that he'd be naked, because of course he would be after the drenching he'd got, but now there's the actuality of it and Genji has to take a deep breath before replying, eyes closed very tight as if somehow he'd accidentally see something.]
I did not know I would be in this situation where I would need to supply everything for you.
There's a big difference between knowing that he'd be naked, because of course he would be after the drenching he'd got, but now there's the actuality of it and Genji has to take a deep breath before replying, eyes closed very tight as if somehow he'd accidentally see something.]
I did not know I would be in this situation where I would need to supply everything for you.
[ the bed was looking comfortable. then again, a sheet on the floor would have looked comfortable by this point. jesse was drunk, tired, cold, and thoroughly regretting having texted anyone in the first place.
he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]
he dropped on the thin mattress, laying face down in the scratchy pillow. the towel still managed to mostly cover, and he'd worry about the blankets later; it probably would have helped with the cold part, but that was more effort than he cared to expend right then.
of course, he didn't have clothes. he grunted his response, which would have been something impolite anyway. ]
[The bed creaked and rusty springs made an angry protest as McCree flopped onto it. From his place on the floor Genji groaned. He couldn't stay there kneeling in the sun forever, and the sun had already moved a few inches to the right. Unless he wanted to slowly move with the sun to stay toasty warm, he'd need to get up and perhaps deal with the situation he'd gotten himself into.
Very, very slowly he got to his feet and turned around, expecting to see Jesse naked and spread eagle on the bed. Fortunately he was wearing a towel and face down. That was a little more tact than Genji had expected.]
You are on all the blankets. Here.
[He tugged at the threadbare comforter that smelled decently clean but had obviously seen better days. Almost against his will his eyes trailed up Jesse's legs, the towel doing nothing to cover up the curve of his backside. He found himself staring at how the damp tendrils of his hair clung to his neck before he realized that he was still standing awkwardly holding the blanket mid-air and not moving. Frantically forcing himself into action he pulled the blankets up over the drunken cowboy, hiding everything else from his sight.]
You said you have already eaten? Then you simply need sleep.
[His mission was pretty much accomplished here, he'd gotten Jesse into a safe area, he was, well not clean but rinsed, and he had a place to sleep. Did Genji even need to stay anymore? He should leave. Judging from the weird feeling in his stomach he should absolutely leave right now.]
I will leave you to it.
Very, very slowly he got to his feet and turned around, expecting to see Jesse naked and spread eagle on the bed. Fortunately he was wearing a towel and face down. That was a little more tact than Genji had expected.]
You are on all the blankets. Here.
[He tugged at the threadbare comforter that smelled decently clean but had obviously seen better days. Almost against his will his eyes trailed up Jesse's legs, the towel doing nothing to cover up the curve of his backside. He found himself staring at how the damp tendrils of his hair clung to his neck before he realized that he was still standing awkwardly holding the blanket mid-air and not moving. Frantically forcing himself into action he pulled the blankets up over the drunken cowboy, hiding everything else from his sight.]
You said you have already eaten? Then you simply need sleep.
[His mission was pretty much accomplished here, he'd gotten Jesse into a safe area, he was, well not clean but rinsed, and he had a place to sleep. Did Genji even need to stay anymore? He should leave. Judging from the weird feeling in his stomach he should absolutely leave right now.]
I will leave you to it.
[Continuation]
[Genji hasn't been in even remotely nice lodgings in years, so the non stained couch and bed with tiny sitting room is a huge upgrade.
Hopefully Jesse doesn't actually ignite upon entry because Genji is making himself comfy on the bed and perusing that dessert menu.
He's not wearing his helmet, but he still has all his armor on plus his bullet ridden hoodie. Gonna make Jesse work for that apology.
And subsequent ride.]
[Genji hasn't been in even remotely nice lodgings in years, so the non stained couch and bed with tiny sitting room is a huge upgrade.
Hopefully Jesse doesn't actually ignite upon entry because Genji is making himself comfy on the bed and perusing that dessert menu.
He's not wearing his helmet, but he still has all his armor on plus his bullet ridden hoodie. Gonna make Jesse work for that apology.
And subsequent ride.]
[ jesse had never been one for expensive taste -- that had always been ashe's department. he made ends meet since leaving overwatch, but he had pretty simple tastes. a roof over his head, a bottle of rye, and a sandwich? he was set.
but this was an apology, and the usual roach traps weren't exactly the message he was going for. so, he scraped up what he'd made on his last job, and got them something decent. it wasn't the ritz, but it was better than anything they'd stayed in previously. he could honestly the cowboy hat didn't quite fit the dress code, though.
hanging it up along with his serape, he cast a glance over at genji, who'd wasted no time making himself comfortable. ]
So. This meet with your approval, darlin'?
but this was an apology, and the usual roach traps weren't exactly the message he was going for. so, he scraped up what he'd made on his last job, and got them something decent. it wasn't the ritz, but it was better than anything they'd stayed in previously. he could honestly the cowboy hat didn't quite fit the dress code, though.
hanging it up along with his serape, he cast a glance over at genji, who'd wasted no time making himself comfortable. ]
So. This meet with your approval, darlin'?
[Sheltered and rich, sleeping in a dingy motel full of roaches had been something of an exciting endeavor the first few times Genji had to do it. But it had quickly lost its appeal when it became routine.
At this point he just wants a bed that won't fall apart while he's sleeping on it, and a shower that isn't entirely mold. That doesn't seem like too much to ask. ]
It is growing on me.
[He rolls over onto his stomach, kicking his feet up as he flips the menu over.]
What is key lime pie?
At this point he just wants a bed that won't fall apart while he's sleeping on it, and a shower that isn't entirely mold. That doesn't seem like too much to ask. ]
It is growing on me.
[He rolls over onto his stomach, kicking his feet up as he flips the menu over.]
What is key lime pie?
[Continued]
On my way.
[His shoulder is busted and sparking everywhere and his whole arm barely moves, but he's still gonna climb in through a window because that's just what he does.]
Yo! Boba is probably still cold.
[Cuz that's the priority. He reaches in his bag pulling out a reddish one and offering it to McCree.]
On my way.
[His shoulder is busted and sparking everywhere and his whole arm barely moves, but he's still gonna climb in through a window because that's just what he does.]
Yo! Boba is probably still cold.
[Cuz that's the priority. He reaches in his bag pulling out a reddish one and offering it to McCree.]
[ he flashed him a lop-sided smile, bracing himself against the wall as he kicked off his boots. they landed heavily, spurs jingling as they dropped on the floor, and he kicked one out of the way as he headed over to sit on the edge of the bed.
maybe a little luxury wasn't such a bad thing -- a mattress that wasn't going to fall apart under their shared weight was a definite perk. ]
Hold up. You're tellin' me you've never had key lime? Not my favorite, but still... Gonna need one of those, and apple, if they've got it.
maybe a little luxury wasn't such a bad thing -- a mattress that wasn't going to fall apart under their shared weight was a definite perk. ]
Hold up. You're tellin' me you've never had key lime? Not my favorite, but still... Gonna need one of those, and apple, if they've got it.
Should I have? Does it taste like limes? Why are there keys?
[As soon as McCree sits down Genji rolls a little towards him from the weight on the bed. But he catches himself before ending up in his lap. It won't be that easy.]
Yes. Apple pie a la mode.
A la mode?
[Why are the desserts here hard?]
[As soon as McCree sits down Genji rolls a little towards him from the weight on the bed. But he catches himself before ending up in his lap. It won't be that easy.]
Yes. Apple pie a la mode.
A la mode?
[Why are the desserts here hard?]
It's a type of lime. I just figured with your sweet tooth, you'd have tried all of'em by now.
[ he wasn't much of a baker, but he knew pies almost as well as he knew classic western films.
the shift in weight was enough to draw his gaze, the corner of his lip twitching. he knew genji well enough to recognize the game he was playing -- never one to make things easy, and be damned if jesse didn't love that about him.
two could play at that. with an exaggerated stretch of his arms, he sank back on the mattress, eyes slipping closed as he did. ]
Wouldn't mind havin' you a la mode.
[ he wasn't much of a baker, but he knew pies almost as well as he knew classic western films.
the shift in weight was enough to draw his gaze, the corner of his lip twitching. he knew genji well enough to recognize the game he was playing -- never one to make things easy, and be damned if jesse didn't love that about him.
two could play at that. with an exaggerated stretch of his arms, he sank back on the mattress, eyes slipping closed as he did. ]
Wouldn't mind havin' you a la mode.
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