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[mylawn]

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ringalingdingding delivery for mr. 76

[cadeuces]

[ One day shortly following Halloween, 76 will be walking out to find some really stinkin cute baked goods outside his door with a very-clearly DD-sized peanut butter bone cookie.

You know, after he pissed her off with the whole wraith McCree thing and she's Over It and things were ok. She had a lot of leftovers and it's a token of apology. The only note on top is in a (to Jack, familiar) looping hand that simply reads "Please share." because she is also fond of his roommate (and his roommate's dog). No addressee, no signature, no other hints. The cookies are spiced cinnamon, clove, and ginger, and the cupcakes are dark chocolate with cream cheese frosting and truffle spider bodies. The donuts keep the cupcakes from tipping or wiggling, and are chocolate and almond. Enjoy. ♥ ]

A TEXT...sometime later

[mylawn]

What was that for?

[cadeuces]

Hm?

[mylawn]

The food.

[cadeuces]

I didn't have as many kids stop by as I thought, is all.

[ Then, maybe a few minutes later: ]

It seemed like a good opportunity for me to apologize for how I'd spoken to you. You may have been harsh, but you ensured that we accomplished what needed to be done.

[ She won't explicitly say "thank you", she's a little too stubborn on the topic for that, but the acknowledgment is there all the same. ]

[mylawn]

[This is the part where he should apologize to her in turn, but unfortunately business is all he knows how to be, anymore. Focus on the mission. Now is as good a chance as any to get an update.]

Results?

[cadeuces]

[ She doesn't expect one to come, really, so it's no skin off her back when the opportunity passes and he's talking shop instead. ]

Nothing groundbreaking; just affirmation of suspicions I'd already had for the "what", but no "how" it happened or "how" to fix it. The samples are... not going to be viable for many attempts. I'll have to be careful in how I proceed.

[mylawn]

You never did tell me those suspicions.

[cadeuces]

You've earned cookies, 76, but not necessarily my trust.

What is your interest in Reaper, in the first place?

[mylawn]

You saw his network post.

[The one where he drew 76's visor all over some fruit and then smashed it a bunch.]

[cadeuces]

I did, but that doesn't explain the name you put to him. Nor the fixation. What you have goes further than one post with crushed fruit.

I'm not so foolhardy as that, and my kindness and suspension of belief will only extend so far in attempting a working friendship.

[mylawn]

Your Blackwatch cowboy friend calls him "Gabe". Not so hard to figure out who he means.

[Because. You know. He's digging around in all of this classified Overwatch information.]

We've crossed paths. Reaper doesn't like other mercenaries much.

[cadeuces]

Hmm. Were you the one fighting him early on? A couple of months ago.

[mylawn]

It's possible. Feel like he got in a lot of fights, when he first showed up.

[cadeuces]

I've only treated him once, so I can't rightly judge. I seem to recall you getting into quite a few scuffles yourself.

[ Read: You punched an awful lot of my people. ]

Just enjoy the cookies, 76, and say "thank you".

[mylawn]

No. Tell me.

[cadeuces]

I'm not comfortable sharing those thoughts with you.

[mylawn]

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

[cadeuces]

And what exactly is it you will bring to the table, knowing? You're no scientist or doctor, are you? Or you wouldn't have shoved this in my lap.

[mylawn]

I didn't shove this in your lap. He's hunting down ex-Overwatch agents, which means you're involved whether you like it or not.

[cadeuces]

I've never said I'm not involved. I was speaking exclusively of Jesse's biopsies. And you aren't answering my question.

[ No excuses are made for Gabriel, even if he hasn't laid a finger on her (yet, barring his panic attack that left her blocking a haymaker). Time after time she's run into him without a hint of malice or ill intent from him, though that didn't mean she would so easily forgive what he had done to Jesse and Fareeha on arrival. Yet he hadn't been the only one to cause damage, either. How often had 76 been throwing punches? Angela couldn't even count them on her hands anymore.

The gist of it is: prove yourself worthy of the information and we'll talk. ]

[mylawn]

You're going to need someone who can go toe-to-toe with him when the time comes. I know how he operates.

[cadeuces]

You vastly underestimate my relationship with him; "when the time comes", I'll have something to help him. And I will have no issues administering whatever that fix may be.

[ Which is to say he'll have to offer something better than that if he wants to pry the answers from her. But also consider doctor-patient confidentiality and how closely she will guard those particulars, cradling them close to her chest. ]

[mylawn]

You have a remarkable amount of faith in someone who keeps trying to kill your friends and put you in a cast. How do you think he's going to react when you say you're going to 'fix' him?

[cadeuces]

It is more patience than faith, and again, he has been largely controlling himself. What happened to me was unintentional; he was in a panic and he didn't recognize me. I bumped into him around a corner.

I have my own way with words, 76. I have faith that it will go over far from disastrously, even if it likely won't be "well". We have history and trust.