The laugh doesn't rattle him this time. Instead, Zenyatta raises his chin a little to meet Junkrat's gaze as if inviting it to examine his shoulders, chest, waist- though he knows even before it flickers lower where it will linger the longest.
"Among other things. There exists a wide variety of models." Of upgrades, shapes, sizes. This body did not always belong to him, but in the time since his epiphany, before devoting himself to the Shambali, he had taken the time to know it: he is not a virgin, for whatever such an empty concept could possibly mean.
Now, though, he improvising, following where their conversation leads without any true purpose. Winging it. If Junkrat is a creature of impulse, he will be one, too.
And for a fraction of a second the lines of Jieba on his brow pulse just as fearlessly as Junkrat's laugh. "Are you asking for a demonstration?"
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Date: 2016-12-05 10:19 pm (UTC)"Among other things. There exists a wide variety of models." Of upgrades, shapes, sizes. This body did not always belong to him, but in the time since his epiphany, before devoting himself to the Shambali, he had taken the time to know it: he is not a virgin, for whatever such an empty concept could possibly mean.
Now, though, he improvising, following where their conversation leads without any true purpose. Winging it. If Junkrat is a creature of impulse, he will be one, too.
And for a fraction of a second the lines of Jieba on his brow pulse just as fearlessly as Junkrat's laugh. "Are you asking for a demonstration?"