Super Sloppy Sketch #4! Some of these I am leaving super rough because it just adds to the energy of it! @rhiorhino‘s request: Haruka and Minako having a drink together.
Some drinks were had, some shit was said and here we are. Forgive how they are holding those bottles ahaha
Anyway I wrote some gross self-indulgent OW, which isn’t even shippy so idk if anyone will enjoy it but my gay ass, BUT HERE WE ARE. 1172 words. Takes place after this and this
One thing Winston had gained a particular skill for was the sound of the metal stairs that led to his lab. Each person’s echo was slightly different, their own fingerprint–Tracer’s were light and high and fast as she practically ran up the stairs, though with her it was hardly necessary to notice, since at least half the time she was already calling ‘Hey Win!” up to the lab. Mercy’s were sure and soft, 76’s were hard and unyielding, Dva’s…well she hadn’t yet made her way up here, though she could hardly be blamed, with all the excitement of Tracer nearly getting killed on her first Overwatch mission. Had anyone comforted her? Should they? Overwatch now was more a loose association, and sometimes it made structural questions difficult.
Imagine you’re hanging out with one of your buddies one night. A good friend you’ve known for several years.
It’s just a casual day out and the two of you are chatting, telling jokes, showing each other memes. At some point in the day, for no reason in particular, an idea comes to you. “Hey, let’s see what the pokédex has to say about you,” you say as joke, and emphasize the joke by actually pulling out your pokédex.
You don’t actually know what would happen if a ‘dex tries to register a human. Maybe it will glitch out, or crash, but most likely you’ll just get some sort of error message. Without giving your friend a chance to react, you hold the device up to them and push the button. You wait a few seconds for the scan to complete, and then hear in a small, robotic voice,
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