[ Though Hana hasn't made any outward signs of showing it, she's pretty fucking bothered.
Lúcio's concert has been nearly two weeks ago, and while she and Soldier: 76 have been on several missions since then, he hasn't made any efforts to speak to her past barking orders on the field. Sure, he'd pulled her from the jaws of death a few times (as was his custom), but that's always been his thing. He does that for everyone. Maybe it's naive of her, but she's been hoping that their night at the concert venue somehow made her special. Like he'd see her in a different light, or something corny like that.
Maybe it's because she's constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time, but off the field, 76 is nowhere to be found as of late. Hana wonders if he's always been so elusive, but part of her feels like she wouldn't notice it this much if his marked absence was normal.
As it stands now, Hana's in her quarters, her door open and her laptop rigged to a monitor and keyboard. Everyone has seemingly left for the day, leaving her the distinct pleasure of having the headquarters all to herself; she's fully taken advantage of this fact by wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny pink panties as she lies on her stomach, a pillow wedged underneath her chin as she taps away at her keyboard and slides her mouse along the gaming mat she's laid upon an oversized book. She's engaged in a rather heated match of CSGO, carrying her team as best she can (and coming out on top most of the time when it comes to completing objectives; gg, counter-terrorists) through her mounting frustration as thoughts of 76's face (and hands and body and cock) drift through her mind like a slideshow dedicated to the fact that she isn't as special as she thought she'd be after all.
With a huff, Hana shifts her position forward slightly, propping her chest up on her elbows as she crosses her legs at the ankle, bending them at the knee. Though her back is to the door, her expression is one of frustration. While whoever happens to peek into the doorway will be treated to a shot of her nearly-bare ass, Hana herself seems wrapped up in her own little world, one that exists somewhere outside of the depictions of violence flashing across the screen. ]
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Lúcio's concert has been nearly two weeks ago, and while she and Soldier: 76 have been on several missions since then, he hasn't made any efforts to speak to her past barking orders on the field. Sure, he'd pulled her from the jaws of death a few times (as was his custom), but that's always been his thing. He does that for everyone. Maybe it's naive of her, but she's been hoping that their night at the concert venue somehow made her special. Like he'd see her in a different light, or something corny like that.
Maybe it's because she's constantly in the wrong place at the wrong time, but off the field, 76 is nowhere to be found as of late. Hana wonders if he's always been so elusive, but part of her feels like she wouldn't notice it this much if his marked absence was normal.
As it stands now, Hana's in her quarters, her door open and her laptop rigged to a monitor and keyboard. Everyone has seemingly left for the day, leaving her the distinct pleasure of having the headquarters all to herself; she's fully taken advantage of this fact by wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of tiny pink panties as she lies on her stomach, a pillow wedged underneath her chin as she taps away at her keyboard and slides her mouse along the gaming mat she's laid upon an oversized book. She's engaged in a rather heated match of CSGO, carrying her team as best she can (and coming out on top most of the time when it comes to completing objectives; gg, counter-terrorists) through her mounting frustration as thoughts of 76's face (and hands and body and cock) drift through her mind like a slideshow dedicated to the fact that she isn't as special as she thought she'd be after all.
With a huff, Hana shifts her position forward slightly, propping her chest up on her elbows as she crosses her legs at the ankle, bending them at the knee. Though her back is to the door, her expression is one of frustration. While whoever happens to peek into the doorway will be treated to a shot of her nearly-bare ass, Hana herself seems wrapped up in her own little world, one that exists somewhere outside of the depictions of violence flashing across the screen. ]
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that icon is illegal
unlike sex between these two
this is the most legal activity they can engage in
i'm back
i am also back, WELCOME BACK
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wow when did the picture to this thread change