[ there are times when a man just wants to go to a bar after work and brood about the poor life choices that he made in the solitude of his own misery. there are just days when you want to hate yourself in peace. there are nights when you just want a bowl of peanuts and a good glass of shochu to think about how much you suck and how the people around you might have been people your dead brother used to hang out with.
protip: life is never that easy. hanzo suddenly looks as tired as he feels, but the expression comes and goes. ]
It smells [ he says, with a sniff ] like bilgewater.
[ but he lets the slap contact and reverberate around the room (it feels like hitting a wall, incidentally). it's the only gesture of camaraderie hanzo's seen in weeks.
so he pulls up a chair. ]
There are enough bodies in the ground as it is. I am not eager to join them.
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protip: life is never that easy. hanzo suddenly looks as tired as he feels, but the expression comes and goes. ]
It smells [ he says, with a sniff ] like bilgewater.
[ but he lets the slap contact and reverberate around the room (it feels like hitting a wall, incidentally). it's the only gesture of camaraderie hanzo's seen in weeks.
so he pulls up a chair. ]
There are enough bodies in the ground as it is. I am not eager to join them.