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One of your favorite things was introducing Zenyatta to different forms of entertainment. Not to say he was ignorant of movies or music, but you had a slightly wider range of entertaining activities you favored. And you didn't care one bit if they were considered nerdy.
"Did that… make sense?"
He hummed from the other side of the coffee table, taking in the information you were helping him fill in on the character sheet. On the table were several open manuals and reference guides you were drawing from for inspiration.
"This is a delightfully complex game, isn't it?"
You couldn't help laughing slightly.
"And we haven't even started playing it, yet."
"And you're certain just the two of us will be enough?"
You gave a nod and a hum, shuffling your own sheets together to try and organize what you'd written for the campaign.
"One player, one game master. It's enough. Unless you wanted to invite someone to join us?"
Zenyatta shook his head. "Oh no, no, I'm looking forward to playing as just the two of us."
His words brought a light flush into your cheeks. Especially when he said them with such a cute expression on his face, smiling almost shyly down at his work. This man was going to be the early death of you.
Had you been asked several years prior, when you were first getting your humble little business off the ground, where you expected to see yourself in the years to come? It would not have looked like this. One little used bookshop, three shop cats, and a former monk had become, well, your whole life at this point. Tekartha Zenyatta started off as just a customer, coming into the shop whenever he travelled to your country and city with his brother. Both of them from Nepal. Mondatta was some kind of goodwill ambassador. Zenyatta was just curious about the world. When he said he wanted to stay, you offered him a job and your spare room. It was one of the best impulse decisions you'd ever made. Not only was he great down in the shop, but he was a very kind and considerate roommate.
He was also beautiful. How he smiled with his eyes and handled literally everything with gentle care. The sound of his voice had quickly become a great comfort; his laughter like music.
Zen broke you from your thoughts, sitting back against the couch with a look of pride.
"I believe I'm finished."
Happy for an excuse to lean closer, you glanced through his character sheet once more. Everything was written neatly and concise. You couldn't find any issues.
"I believe you're right."
"Wonderful!"
You couldn't help chuckling slightly. Both at how cute the man was, and the fact that he chose the monk class for his character.