[Her name is a growl as he turns his back to head toward the fridge. He wouldn't take the beer, but the takeout? With a metabolism at least three times as fast as the average human, he's starving, and he's not bout to turn down the food.
He's only gone for a minute or two. The "ding" of the microwave is the herald of his return to the room, half of the burrito already eaten by the time he crosses the threshhold. That is when he reaches forward and pulls Sombra's chair from the computer.]
Its not about survival. And neither is this.
[He gestures with his burrito to the computer screen, threatening its keyboard with rice grains.]
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[Her name is a growl as he turns his back to head toward the fridge. He wouldn't take the beer, but the takeout? With a metabolism at least three times as fast as the average human, he's starving, and he's not bout to turn down the food.
He's only gone for a minute or two. The "ding" of the microwave is the herald of his return to the room, half of the burrito already eaten by the time he crosses the threshhold. That is when he reaches forward and pulls Sombra's chair from the computer.]
Its not about survival. And neither is this.
[He gestures with his burrito to the computer screen, threatening its keyboard with rice grains.]
Take. A. Break.