Oh, but he will have to tread as carefully as he would if he were traversing one of Junkrat's own personal deathtraps, and he will be made to feel every second of it. Yet Zenyatta has won his time, and he accepts the forfeit with a dignified nod that could, at the junker's height, almost be called a bow of sorts.
"My word is golden." Finally, he enters the room.
As he scans the small-scale chaos between four walls that constitutes the bunk, he decides not to choose between the bed and a tire for a seat. Instead pulls his feet up into a floating lotus position and rests his elbows on his knees, fingers bridged. His orbs cling tightly about his neck. No funny business, as 76 had once called it.
"You shot at me today." A plain, simple opening. Fact. "Have I offended you?"
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Date: 2016-11-25 09:53 pm (UTC)"My word is golden." Finally, he enters the room.
As he scans the small-scale chaos between four walls that constitutes the bunk, he decides not to choose between the bed and a tire for a seat. Instead pulls his feet up into a floating lotus position and rests his elbows on his knees, fingers bridged. His orbs cling tightly about his neck. No funny business, as 76 had once called it.
"You shot at me today." A plain, simple opening. Fact. "Have I offended you?"