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Lúcio yawned, stretching out lazily on the common’s couch. With a sigh, he glanced back at the news station on TV, detailing the recent mysterious disappearance of numerous Talon bases. Mysterious indeed.
Winston had told them to keep a down-low on Overwatch being back, meaning all missions were to be done as secretly as possible. It was a nice change of pace for the international celebrity, who was enjoying having actual privacy for the first time in a long time.
Metallic footsteps echoed through the room, and Lúcio turned, half expecting them to be coming from Mercy. She probably needed him to help with a medical report, or-
Lúcio froze where he sat. In the doorway to the room stood a cyborg. His faceplate shone with a lime green light. Lúcio’s heart sped up, pounding in his chest to an unseen beat. He wanted to get up, spin the cyborg around with him and dance till his legs gave way.
The cyborg turned, and upon seeing Lúcio, froze. They stared at each other a moment.
“H-hey?”
Genji had seen Lúcio’s face all over, even while in Nepal; you had to live under a rock not to. He was a musician and a revolutionary, and had lead an uprising against Vishkar Corporation’s activities in Brazil. He was world famous and highly discussed in many tabloids.
He also made Genji face flush up beneath his mask, a steady beat seeming to pulse beneath his chest armor. He wanted to scoop up the musician and never put him back down.
“H-hey?” Lúcio said, and Genji realized he’d been staring.
“Oh, my apologies. I did not mean to stare.” Two strides and he was hanging over the back of the couch, looking closely at Lúcio. “I was just captivated by a work of art I happened to see.”
Lúcio snorted, playfully batting Genji on the arm. “Oh, we’re a charmer, are we?” But he was smiling, and underneath his faceplate, Genji was smiling too.