Reaching the beach, plodding over to it wordlessly as though they're in some kind of stalemate. She doesn't pick a fight with 'Sam', but she doesn't figure he's worth her time: York seems like he's telling the truth, and if they really are friends— somehow— it's better for them both if they take a few minutes to come down from one unnaturally rough first meeting.
Still, she isn't idle once they hit the shoreline. It's a nice beach, sure, it's just not her kind of beach. So while Sam does...whatever to pass the time, Sombra takes to rearranging the coded structure of the beach by hand: shifting the coastal skyline to reflect Dorado instead, adding a few tags here and there (York might've said no tagging, but this space is hers, she gets to use it however she wants).
Picking through the coded lines in front of her, Sombra glances back over the curve of her shoulder, infinitely more human-looking now that all the painted bones have been washed away.]
one sort-of-timeskip goes here;
Reaching the beach, plodding over to it wordlessly as though they're in some kind of stalemate. She doesn't pick a fight with 'Sam', but she doesn't figure he's worth her time: York seems like he's telling the truth, and if they really are friends— somehow— it's better for them both if they take a few minutes to come down from one unnaturally rough first meeting.
Still, she isn't idle once they hit the shoreline. It's a nice beach, sure, it's just not her kind of beach. So while Sam does...whatever to pass the time, Sombra takes to rearranging the coded structure of the beach by hand: shifting the coastal skyline to reflect Dorado instead, adding a few tags here and there (York might've said no tagging, but this space is hers, she gets to use it however she wants).
Picking through the coded lines in front of her, Sombra glances back over the curve of her shoulder, infinitely more human-looking now that all the painted bones have been washed away.]
So what's your deal, anyway?