HERE YOU GO, YOU THIRSTY HEATHENS. YOU CAN ALL
THANK @poutypanic FOR COMMISSIONING THE FULL VERSION OF THIS.(Actually, I have to thank pouty because I
couldn’t actually write this on my own without some direction. OTL. I’m just
really indecisive sometimes.)I have a really funny story about this that
motivated me to finish:I was working on it at work
but then I had to get into a meeting with my bosses and some vendors
and they needed me to show my screen
guess what?
…yeah. OTL;; Anyway, please enjoy.
You’re not sure if Hanzo’s more into showing off
his hidden wealth or just very into indulging himself as you find yourself in
the private bathing area of the ryokan Hanzo had booked for you both.You were both in Japan for a general
reconnaissance mission, tracking the interactions between the skeleton remains
of the Shimada clan and Talon envoys. The two of you would’ve been tailing them
much, much longer if Talon didn’t somehow get themselves arrested by the
Japanese government early. (It wouldn’t hold them for long, but any
inconvenience to their plans is a good thing.)Actually, you were more surprised that neither
yourself or Hanzo was sitting in a jail cell with those arrested Talon agents
yet. It’s not as thought either of you were extremely discreet throughout your
hunt.At each place you both stopped, your
partner-in-crime deadpan gave his name as Hanzo Shimada rather than the made-up
alias that Winston so painstaking created for you both (with fake passports,
IDs, and an entire backstory). He even went as far as ‘accidentally’ flashing
his tattoo at police when he passed them by—leaning forward and giving them a
glance of what’s beneath the unbuttoned collar of his dress shirt, fixing his
cuff so that the dark ink on his wrist is visible for just a moment.It’s very clear that he enjoys giving the
Japanese government more grief than necessary.(Though, you had to admit amidst the cackling
glee, the looks on everyone’s face was priceless, and the one on Hanzo’s face
was pure vicious.)Now everyone knows the former master of the
Shimada clan is alive, well, and let loose in his stomping grounds. It should
concern you, but you had an absolutely gorgeous room and just a few minutes
away from sinking into some mineral rich hot water. If anyone wanted to kill
you both, they’ll have to wait.
Skinship
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