Hanzo Shimada (
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genessia2018-07-18 08:10 pm
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006 🏹 Beach Bullshit
01. [ACTION] Trying
[Well, here he is, trying out a pastime that doesn't include drinking. The sun is shining, he's picked a fashionable pair of swimming trunks—blue and patterned like origami paper somehow— and even donning a pair of sunglasses.
But instead of looking like he's here to have fun, he's got his arms crossed over his chest, the tattoed one in front. ... While he mostly stares out at the ocean, the waves washing up to lap at his toes. ...Relaxing is apparently a lot harder than he'd realized.
So instead, he turns on his heel and stalks towards his supplies and towel with the intention of leaving. It wasn't going to rain, maybe this was a bad idea. As he's leaving, he's going to shove the towel and sunscreen at someone, anyone. He ain't gonna use it.]
02. [ACTION] A headache.
[now that the loud and obnoxious party is done and over with for a while, Hanzo has decided that it's safe for him to spend some time at the beach. A sure fire way to get over any residual heat going on. He'll also be left alone, or so he hopes.
But he can't count on the entire beach being empty, so he's content to overlook the ones milling about or throwing Frisbees as long as they stay out of his way. Except, well. Sometimes Frisbees are hard to control and—
THWACK.
Whoever threw it better get ready to run. Hanzo sits up, pulling sunglasses off of his face and revealing a darkly angry glower—pointed right at the perpetrator.]
[Well, here he is, trying out a pastime that doesn't include drinking. The sun is shining, he's picked a fashionable pair of swimming trunks—blue and patterned like origami paper somehow— and even donning a pair of sunglasses.
But instead of looking like he's here to have fun, he's got his arms crossed over his chest, the tattoed one in front. ... While he mostly stares out at the ocean, the waves washing up to lap at his toes. ...Relaxing is apparently a lot harder than he'd realized.
So instead, he turns on his heel and stalks towards his supplies and towel with the intention of leaving. It wasn't going to rain, maybe this was a bad idea. As he's leaving, he's going to shove the towel and sunscreen at someone, anyone. He ain't gonna use it.]
02. [ACTION] A headache.
[now that the loud and obnoxious party is done and over with for a while, Hanzo has decided that it's safe for him to spend some time at the beach. A sure fire way to get over any residual heat going on. He'll also be left alone, or so he hopes.
But he can't count on the entire beach being empty, so he's content to overlook the ones milling about or throwing Frisbees as long as they stay out of his way. Except, well. Sometimes Frisbees are hard to control and—
THWACK.
Whoever threw it better get ready to run. Hanzo sits up, pulling sunglasses off of his face and revealing a darkly angry glower—pointed right at the perpetrator.]

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She is doing nothing of the sort and honestly, she's been bitching the entire time. A near mirror image of Hanzo's pose; she stands with her arms folded and a very clear frown on her face. ]
This is stupid. You can't even swim, and I'm already getting burned-- [ Suddenly Things in her hand. She looks down, then to Hanzo. ] The fuck?
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That would:
1. Crazy
2. A mistake
But it was the only way he could get Sun Spear to even consider it. He didn't look half bad in it anyways.
He was lying on the beach, diagonal so he was just in sand, no water. His head on Sun Spear's lap before she stood up and he felt his hair in the sand.]
It's still nice to look at--
[And then suddenly things in her hands. He looks up-- oh.
Is it getting hotter in here?]
Uh.......thanks?
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Take them. I will not need them, I do not plan on returning. [It's all brand new, unused shit so she might as well? Hanzo then looks towards Crow from behind his stupid, shitty sunglasses.]
You are welcome. [Stopping to talk was probably a mistake.]
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Fair enough.
01.
[ [Satya's standing there with the towel and sunscreen now in her arms, she had her own in a bag hooked over her arm. Looking at him over the top of her sunglasses, she sighs.] ]
You haven't been here that long, you haven't even broken a sweat.
Come, join me, I have non-alcoholic drinks in my bag.
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[He's still tempted to leave, especially since he's just a little embarrassed that Satya has seen him at his absolute lowest. He's not making eyecontact at this particular moment.]
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Come now, we should enjoy the heat while it lasts.
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AH HAHAHA! It's a headshot!
[Yes, he is clapping at your misfortune.]
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Who... [what... He looks around past the cat, looking for the illusionist or mage or whatever the hell that's projecting the image of a talking cat. There's no way what he's seeing is real.]
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Catch! Hahaha!
[Or...let it hit you again. Ches is happy with either.]
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I do not have time to play games with a fool. Leave me be.
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...and then he just kind of fades out. How anticlimactic. Except he isn't actually gone and will definitely be spending the evening following Hanzo around and dropping various items on him.]
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Die!!! [After the water erupts, he finds himself holding sunscreen and a towel he didn't have before. He stares at it like WTF.]
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I do not plan on returning, take them, they are all unused. [consider them freebies. Besides you're paler than the moon itself Bakugou you're going to get sunburnt.]
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They're dirty.
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[even if he's more or less dumping shit he doesn't want, This kid has a way of acting insolent no matter what's said to him. It's irritating.]
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They still have germs.
how are they the exact same person
You have a lot to learn about how to treat your elders.
long lost brothers
He gets glassy eyed, as if unsure how to process that. Did he fucking just-
But he starts trembling aggressively, like an angry pomeranian or volcano that's about to blow.]
I won't respect people if my heart's not in it!
just dont murder your brother and maybe you'll turn out better
[If he won't take the items, fine. They're taken back, shoved underneath his arm.]
im an only child
[He tries grabbing them back.] You sound like a decrepit corpse. The nursing home was looking for you. Also, you haven't shown you know more than me.
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Only weaklings bark to intimidate others.
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He growls and jumps for them.]
You're the weak one, you preachy self-righteous bastard!
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As she looked over, she found herself slightly puzzled.]
Is... everything okay?