[ jesus. he's not much of a mechanic, but he's got some basic knowledge just from caring for his own prosthetic. it wasn't going to be pretty, but he figured he could do a temporary patch job; at least until genji could make it in to see angie.
... he could already imagine the follow up call he was going to get after that.
still, it didn't stop him from taking the drink. he swirled its contents absently, giving the other another concerned look over. ]
[He gestures to his arm which is making a very unhealthy buzzing noise. He stabs his own drink with a straw happily unconcerned with his busted appendage.]
I am not drunk either.
[But when he pulls his visor off to have his drink it's clear that wasn't the only fight he's gotten in lately. Someone may have gotten completely shitfaced and started some shit while not wearing his helmet and now has one hell of a black eye.]
Care to tell the doc that, before she rips me a new one?
[ he'd been around both of them long enough to know that it wouldn't make much of a difference; those sparks might as well have been blood, from the mess of that joint. it wouldn't have been a pleasant feeling, and much like a flesh wound, it wasn't an overnight sort of fix.
though, from the look of that shiner, it probably wasn't the only thing that needed fixing.
he was in no hurry to start on his own drink, straw resting against the lid, not yet stabbed through. ]
Looks like tonight wasn't the only party I've missed. You wanna tell me what's goin' on?
[It doesn't feel great, but he's going to ignore that for as long as he can. It's not like his arm will heal on its own like the rest of him would, so he's going to have to suck it up and go get it looked at eventually.]
I got in a fight.
[Obviously. He sucks on the straw for a bit, rocking back on his heels.]
I was very drunk and I think it was about saying omnics would be better off crushed and turned into lawnmowers. Something like that. He didn't know how to defend himself and hit me with a chair.
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... he could already imagine the follow up call he was going to get after that.
still, it didn't stop him from taking the drink. he swirled its contents absently, giving the other another concerned look over. ]
This how I usually look when you pick me up?
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See? No bleeding. Much better.
[He gestures to his arm which is making a very unhealthy buzzing noise. He stabs his own drink with a straw happily unconcerned with his busted appendage.]
I am not drunk either.
[But when he pulls his visor off to have his drink it's clear that wasn't the only fight he's gotten in lately. Someone may have gotten completely shitfaced and started some shit while not wearing his helmet and now has one hell of a black eye.]
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[ he'd been around both of them long enough to know that it wouldn't make much of a difference; those sparks might as well have been blood, from the mess of that joint. it wouldn't have been a pleasant feeling, and much like a flesh wound, it wasn't an overnight sort of fix.
though, from the look of that shiner, it probably wasn't the only thing that needed fixing.
he was in no hurry to start on his own drink, straw resting against the lid, not yet stabbed through. ]
Looks like tonight wasn't the only party I've missed. You wanna tell me what's goin' on?
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I got in a fight.
[Obviously. He sucks on the straw for a bit, rocking back on his heels.]
I was very drunk and I think it was about saying omnics would be better off crushed and turned into lawnmowers. Something like that. He didn't know how to defend himself and hit me with a chair.