Chapter Text
Whatever that thing was called the Shimada guy was wearing, it sure was comfy. Some nice material it was, probably some silk stuff, and pretty neat against bare skin.
McCree grinned and lit up his cigaret. Inhaling the smoke deeply, he put his feet on the top of the balcony fence and wrapped Hanzo’s kimono? Silk tunic? Morning gown? Whatever it was called, he wrapped it tighter around his chest and shifted the chair he was sitting on, teetering on only two of its legs.
They were a week into their ‘mission’, if one could call it that. Actually, they both had been hired by different organizations to do the same job. They met when they tried to take the objective, believed the other the enemy, had a nice little stand off and finally, after the objective got away, decided to call a truce. After sorting things out they ended up with ‘Fine, we will do this together’. Considering the fact that both of them were actually solo players, this was definitely A Thing. Question was only: who would get the objective in the end?
McCree took another deep drag and scratched his beard. Shimada’s tracking skill certainly was better than his, that was for sure. And he was also a lot better at the whole stealth thing. So far, it was good they worked together, because otherwise, Jesse wasn’t that certain he’d located the objective after losing it the first time.
So, technically, Shimada could have easily just gone his way and done this whole thing himself. Except if there was something, the Samurai needed him for. Which was good. Maybe he could turn the tides after all.
The Cowboy smiled to himself, then cursed as the ash of his cigaret nearly fell onto the borrowed silk thing. Hastily, he wiped off the grey flakes. Of course, his room mate chose this moment to enter the balcony.
“Have you seen my ki-” Hanzo stopped mid-word, his eyes narrowing. McCree smiled at him in his most charming fashion, all the more when he noticed what the archer was wearing.
“You will hand back that kimono this instant, McCree. Or I will consider shooting you where it hurts most,” Shimada hissed, his voice colored with a beautiful Japanese accent.
Jesse tilted his chair back to a more behaved position and stood. Damn that Shimada guy looked hot in his red serape. Suited him perfectly.
With a wide grin, he took off his hat and shrugged. “What? I couldn’t find my poncho, so I just grabbed the first thing lying around. It’s really comfy, the kimono stuff. Nice feel and all.”
Hanzo glared at him. Clearly, the Ninja guy was not amused.
“Oh come on, Shimada. It’s no big deal. You found a good replacement, hm?” McCree smiled and pointed to the red cloth wrapped around the other man's shoulders. Hanzo made a disapproving sound.
“Fine.” With a sigh, Jesse began to take off the kimono, baring his broad shoulders and manly chest, while holding the stare of his ‘partner’. Who clenched his teeth. Turned away.
“You can keep it for now. It stinks of smoke. I will not wear something that has been defiled like this,” Hanzo spat, vanishing back into their tiny hotel room.
Jesse smirked. “Says the man wearing my serape, huh?”
Chapter TextWhatever that thing was called the Shimada guy was wearing, it sure was comfy. Some nice material it was, probably some silk stuff, and pretty neat against bare skin.McCree grinned and lit up his cigaret. Inhaling the smoke deeply, he put his feet on the top of the balcony fence and wrapped Hanzo’s kimono? Silk tunic? Morning gown? Whatever it was called, he wrapped it tighter around his chest and shifted the chair he was sitting on, teetering on only two of its legs.They were a week into their ‘mission’, if one could call it that. Actually, they both had been hired by different organizations to do the same job. They met when they tried to take the objective, believed the other the enemy, had a nice little stand off and finally, after the objective got away, decided to call a truce. After sorting things out they ended up with ‘Fine, we will do this together’. Considering the fact that both of them were actually solo players, this was definitely A Thing. Question was only: who would get the objective in the end?McCree took another deep drag and scratched his beard. Shimada’s tracking skill certainly was better than his, that was for sure. And he was also a lot better at the whole stealth thing. So far, it was good they worked together, because otherwise, Jesse wasn’t that certain he’d located the objective after losing it the first time.So, technically, Shimada could have easily just gone his way and done this whole thing himself. Except if there was something, the Samurai needed him for. Which was good. Maybe he could turn the tides after all.The Cowboy smiled to himself, then cursed as the ash of his cigaret nearly fell onto the borrowed silk thing. Hastily, he wiped off the grey flakes. Of course, his room mate chose this moment to enter the balcony.“Have you seen my ki-” Hanzo stopped mid-word, his eyes narrowing. McCree smiled at him in his most charming fashion, all the more when he noticed what the archer was wearing.“You will hand back that kimono this instant, McCree. Or I will consider shooting you where it hurts most,” Shimada hissed, his voice colored with a beautiful Japanese accent.Jesse tilted his chair back to a more behaved position and stood. Damn that Shimada guy looked hot in his red serape. Suited him perfectly.With a wide grin, he took off his hat and shrugged. “What? I couldn’t find my poncho, so I just grabbed the first thing lying around. It’s really comfy, the kimono stuff. Nice feel and all.”Hanzo glared at him. Clearly, the Ninja guy was not amused.“Oh come on, Shimada. It’s no big deal. You found a good replacement, hm?” McCree smiled and pointed to the red cloth wrapped around the other man's shoulders. Hanzo made a disapproving sound.“Fine.” With a sigh, Jesse began to take off the kimono, baring his broad shoulders and manly chest, while holding the stare of his ‘partner’. Who clenched his teeth. Turned away.“You can keep it for now. It stinks of smoke. I will not wear something that has been defiled like this,” Hanzo spat, vanishing back into their tiny hotel room.Jesse smirked. “Says the man wearing my serape, huh?”
การแปล กรุณารอสักครู่..