I can hear your pulse racing from here

[vata]

Who| Reaper, Widowmaker and Sombra
What| Team Talon back at it again with the white vans
Where| Sombra's habitat safehouse
When| obscenely late night meetups after Widowmaker finishes getting situated
Warnings/Notes| NA, will add if the creep squad needs them

As it turns out, Amélie is right.

It's been roughly two days since Sombra last slept, and she's been pushing hard to clear the last few checks on her to-do list before they're shipped off into action against the UP. By the time the clock circles around into single digits— against caffeine, determination and raw perseverance— Sombra's out cold: draped listlessly across the couch, Amélie's visor fixed firmly to her head, taloned nails limned with violet where they've managed to drag a holographic screen down into the mess of a floor.

But she's not without a contingency plan. Insurance in the form of Gabriel Reyes, who Sombra's made certain to demand stay nearby just in case Widowmaker's arrival happens to come with the gift of vandalism.

Vandalism roughly translated meaning: cleaning her living space without permission.

Comments

[fantasmaniac]

The way he just kind of stares at Widowmaker might be a look of disapproval, as if he'd never consider the thought of carrying Sombra like some sort of petulant child to her bed. But if she does end up falling asleep someplace shitty like a couch in an obviously uncomfortable position which would only hinder her performance during a mission... well, maybe. It's all very circumstantial.

Shaking his head a little, he turns on his heel to leave, ghosting down the hallway back into the bunker to try and rest. It's only a few more hours until sun-up, but the chances of him actually succeeding in getting sleep tends to be very low. Fortunately, experience of doing a lot with little sleep is something he grew up with his entire life in the army.