005 🏹 [ACTION] Not Dealing With Emotions

[dragonsmark]

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[[CONTENT WARNING: alcohol, drunkeness.]]

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[For better or for worse, Hanzo has found himself a moment of quiet. The bad part is, is that he's been doing his best to keep himself busy. The good part is, he has several cans of beer to keep him company for the time being. Not exactly one for PUBLIC drinking, Hanzo has found a quiet corner in one of the larger parks to sit by the water and drink.

Genji disappeared back home over a month ago, and his brother's disappearance had been something he'd tried to ignore, but as feelings do when they're left to sit and grow sour it cut into his sleep and then his waking hours. Working at the shop with Cordelia had been something to keep him busy, but even there, he'd run out of things to do. His thoughts eventually drift to the one serious conversation he'd managed to have with Genji, and then the seeds of reconciliation that had been planted but not really come to fruition]

A wasted opportunity, you old fool. Not that you deserved redemption. [talking to himself, now. That's great. He looks down at the can in his hand and frowns, emptying it by tossing it back and then crushing it in his hand. It joins the rest of the dead soldiers next to him, and Hanzo shuts his eyes to let the pleasant swimming sensation shove the unpleasant feelings he'd rather avoid back into the void from where they came.]

[[OPTION ONE]] [Should someone approach him, he could still be sitting up staring into the water of the lake he's chosen to sit by, or, should they find him as the sun starts to dip over the horizon and it's begun to grow dark...

He's taking an impromptu nap in the grass.]

[[OPTION TWO]] [Eventually he's going to try to wander home. He's cleaned up after himself, but that doesn't mean he's sober. Not by a longshot. There's a blush to his face, and his steps, while carefully measured, still sway and hesitate slightly. At one point he stops his stroll to hold onto a iron fence post to steady himself, the once pleasant swimming feeling now decidedly overpowering at times. When he moves to walk again, he might just bump into someone, or stumble trying to avoid them.]

Fool.

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[[CONTENT WARNING: alcohol, drunkeness.]]

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Comments

[hardlightitect]

You know, they say it's bad to drink alone.

[The woman walked up to sit beside him on a chair she makes of hard light. She won't say much for a few minutes.]

Would you like a chair instead of the hard ground?

[dragonsmark]

Hmm. [He looks over at Satya, a frown forming on his lips as he brings a new can to his lips.]

I do not. [want a chair, that is.] And it seems I am no longer alone. [despite wanting to. He doesn't tell her to leave however, instead choosing to turn his gaze back to the water.]

[hardlightitect]

At least someone will be here if you decide to try anything stupid.

[Other than that she'll say nothing for a while. Enjoying the view and the quiet. After maybe... 20, 30 minutes, she'll speak again.]

Do you wish to speak of what is troubling you?

[dragonsmark]

I am not that foolish. I do not plan to do anything but drink.

[he pauses.]

It is none of your concern. [bitch he don't know u.]

[hardlightitect]

So have said others in your position.

[She looks at him and sighs quietly. Anyone can see the weight on his shoulders. But, she won't press, right now, because he does have a point.

Instead, she will make light constructs, one of which is a dragon she flies through the air.]

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[hot_handed]

Dick, you move. [He shoves past him, not bothering to move from his path. If he bumps into him, so be it. He vaguely recognizes the man, sneering at him from over his shoulder.]

You smell like shit.

[dragonsmark]

[He may be drunk, but he's no pushover and he definitely remembers this punk kid. He reaches out to grab him by the scruff of his collar, fixing him with a dark eyed glare.

Right now, what he does NOT need to deal with is a self important child who doesn't know how to tame his mouth.]

I was not giving you attention, brat. [NOT CALLING YOU THE FOOL, DUMBASS.]

[hot_handed]

[Katsuki's anger flares up in an instant. What's this jackass going to do? Hit him? He doubts he could even aim right in this state. But he's slowly starting to remember him and he rarely lets people he tolerates put their hands on him, let alone someone he despises. He holds up his hand to try and flash an explosion close enough to his eyes to stun him, but not damage him.]

Don't touch me. You reek.

[dragonsmark]

[Talk about aggressive escalation. The flash doesn't HARM Hanzo, but drunk as he is he still has his reflexes. He roughly slings Katsuki to the ground, his now free hand coming up to cover his face in a delayed reaction.

He says nothing, his fingers curling into fists as he fights the swimming in his head. He only stands there a moment before turning and wandering off possibly??? in the right direction to go home.]

[astralera]

[ It is Era's Carbuncle that spots Hanzo first, having been prancing ahead of its to sniff and investigate things not unlike a dog. Its tails flick and ears perk when it reaches the source of alcohol it smells. Recognizing Hanzo, Emmy is more than happy to sit on its haunches in front of the man, tilting its head at him inquisitively, not unlike a cat.

Era follows not long after, dressed in more outdoors-work appropriate clothes and equipped with not a bow, blade, or book but a hatchet and scythe instead. She had been searching for plants that bloom only at this time of day and is surprised to see her friend in the grass so close to nightfall.

It's with some caution that she approaches, uncertain as to what Hanzo is doing - surely he wouldn't leave himself so unprotected, out in the open?

...But apparently he would, and so Era is at a loss for what to do. The stench of alcohol in the air (combined with the discarded cans) is enough of an answer for her. It isn't her place to inquire as to why Hanzo felt the need to drown himself in booze, but as a friend she considers it her duty to sit nearby and keep guard until he wakes. ]

[dragonsmark]

[He's not asleep for long, honestly. It's hard to sleep when your mind is doing the racing thing. He frowns when his eyes open and he sees Era sitting there.]

...what are you doing here? [He's not normally one to be so uh, blatantly rude to Era of all people, but he's inebriated and not in the best of moods right now. Thanks to his grass nap, his hair is all mussed as he sits up, blades sticking in the strands of hair that have fallen loose from the usual ponytail he wears his hair in.]

[astralera]

[ She tilts her head towards him when he addresses her. Hanzo's question doesn't come across as rude to her at all, though maybe that's because she's found friends in even more abrasive personalities. ]

I was exploring, and you were unguarded. [ Her tail curls and uncurls absently against her side. Era is no good at sitting still - can always be found shifting positions, fiddling with whatever her hands touch, or moving her tail as she does now. ] It would have been against my nature to leave you alone, though I apologize if I've disturbed you.

[ If Hanzo had been a friend she's known longer than a few months, it's likely she would be picking the strands of grass from his hair. As it is, Era simply does her best to ignore it. ]

[dragonsmark]

[I mean, go ahead Era, he's not going to stop you should you decide to groom his drunk ass.]

There is no reason to be on my guard in a park. It is remarkably dull. [and lonesome. Somewhere in the deep dark recesses of his mostly closed off heart, he appreciates Era being here, despite his inability to express as much in words. As for carbuncle, however, he glances down at the summon and blinks. It's not like he has straight on double vision, but he's sure the little creature doesn't normally have that many tails.

He squints a little.]

[armum]

[She knows the tell-tale signs of someone who is intoxicated. The moment he bumps into her, she moves, gracefully, into action, securing her hands on his upper arms. She isn't a weak woman, though her size should definitely be classified as petite, and, surprisingly, it seems like she could bear his weight if need be.]

Are you talking to me or yourself?

[dragonsmark]

....it is none of your concern. [So, that's a "i'm talking to myself. He lifts his hands to remove hers from his shoulders, but stops.]

Let me go. [he's trying to head home, hello.]

[armum]

I never said I was concerned. [FYI. She only lets go of him when she is certain he won't...fall.]

You sure about that?

[dragonsmark]

[He'll only teeter a little bit.]

Certain. [He may be shaped like an inverted dorito that never went to leg day but he's pretty sure that he can stand on his own two feet. He's mostly correct.]

I was not, however, addressing you. [if that makes his rude dismissal earlier clearer.]

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[uglypet]

Ahh!

[The hard jostle knocks the lamp Mantis was carrying onto the ground, where it promptly shatters and the lampshade goes rolling into the gutter. She's disappointed, staring down at her new treasure, now destroyed. But when she looks up at the man who bumped into her, he's staggering unsteadily, muttering something under his breath. She's not offended, or angry. She's concerned. He appears to be very ill. And at this rate, who knows what dangerous situation he might literally stumble into?]

You appear to be very sick. I wish to offer my assistance, to walk you to your place of belonging.

[dragonsmark]

[Oh. He hadn't meant to... Hanzo frowns at the broken lamp, so he dismisses her concern and leans down to pick up the pieces currently scattered on the ground. He's mostly making a bigger mess.]

...I did not intend to break your.... your [he gestures to the mess on the ground before almost losing his balance and plopping down on the ground himself. Sorry he's garbage, Mantis. Normally he's a lot more put together than this.]

[uglypet]

[Oh! He's helping? Then he is certainly much nicer than a person who would intentionally break her lamp. She makes sure to smile so he'll like her.]

Do not be sorry. It was an accident.

[Seeing as how he seems to be enjoying the ground very much, she too squats to sit on her heels, arms resting on her legs. She's still worried about his cognitive abilities.]

Are you intoxicated?

[dragonsmark]

...Perhaps more than I anticipated. [He was too busy thinking to realize how much he was drinking, in all honesty. The drinking didn't even help like he wanted it to, either.]

I do not need any help. [it's said sharply, stubbornly, but not in a way to indicate that he's angry at her, just grumpy and rather prideful.] I will purchase... another one of those for you.

[he reaches up to pinch the bridge of his own nose, fighting back a dizzying wave of pressure.]

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[mcscuseme]

[ McCree is, hilarious enough, on his way home from his bartending job when Hanzo literally runs into him. With his attention briefly on his phone — scoping the network for familiar faces, interesting people, and those that should be avoided at all costs — and the late hour of the night, he doesn't really expect it until the weight hits his shoulder.

A familiar voice whispers an insult. McCree stops, a hand on Hanzo's arm to steady him instinctively. ]

Whoa there. [ The smell of beer hits him and it somehow overpowers the scent of alcohol already covering him from head to toe. Honestly? Impressive. ] Rough night, darlin?

[dragonsmark]

[He hadn't expected to run into anyone he knew, especially not literally. There's a moment where he's leaning into McCree's hand before he suddenly does his absolute best to stand up straight. It's taking a lot of effort.]

No. I am exactly where I intended to be. [Okay, Hanzo.]

[mcscuseme]

[ McCree loosens his grip, but only just; making sure the other man doesn't end up toppling over. ]

Middle of the street with me? Well, if that was your plan you could'a just called me. Woulda dressed nicer.

[dragonsmark]

[Ah that helps a little, but then he's reaching out to grip his hand around McCree's upper arm. Balance is hard, and at this particular moment McCree is a lot safer to steady himself on.]

Don't be ridiculous. That is not what I meant. [he gestures with his other hand. He was headed home. This... is the right direction isn't it? Now he's doubting himself. His eyes narrow a bit.]