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As he exhaled the anxiety thrumming in his chest, Genji examined himself in the mirror. Although his quarters provided little space for movement, he managed to create enough room between him and the reflective surface. His armor, freshly polished and tinkered thanks to the help of Mercy, shone silver and bleached grey. Countless hours of refurnishing were not wasted. Genji's eyes drifted from his reflection to the black suit hanging in his closet. An idea, repressed several times that evening, surfaced once again; Forget the armor, those who ridicule your scars and cybernetic parts, put on the suit. Sighing, he forced his gaze away. Zenyatta

4 friends together, finally matched How will they deal with their problems attached? Will they stand through it, supportive all day Or will they crumble and fade far away? Jack is extremely distant for the whole trip to the hospital, but with so much information being piled onto him in seconds, he knows that he needs time to think.  All his life, he had been stuck inside a dreary basement with dull dark walls and grey carpets without an ounce of colour so to be placed in a world full of everything bright and new overwhelmed him. He needs time to take it in. As Marzia quickly shows him how to use a seatbelt, Jack realises he’s in a car

“Markimoo?” “Yeah?” “What’s this?” Hearing his long term boyfriend calling him from his bedroom, Mark could only hope that this wasn’t yet another prank. The pair had been at war recently, with the last prank having Jack screeching as blood red water poured out of the shower nozzle. Mark had wanted to pull a full on Carrie, but he didn’t have enough fake blood to fill a bucket, so he settled for the red dye in the shower head instead. Smiling to himself at the thought, Mark cautiously made his way over to their bedroom, where Jack had called from. With a suspicious look on his face, h