Lovely, dear. [Gency]

Surgery

"Should we bake a cake?" Genji asked. Angela frowned, looking cute in Genji's eyes. Let's get real; anything Angela did was cute to Genji.

"No.." she trailed off, the pen tapping in her chin.

Currently, Genji and Angela were sitting in the doctors office, the big window that took up most of the wall behind Angela's desk, was blocked by black curtains. She bought them on her sadness rampage.

Genji sat on the other side of the table with his own swivel chair, swiveling back and forth slightly.

Genji was a little distracted, gazing into nothingness. Angela inhaled deeply, leaning back.

A knock came from the door. Genji swerved around, seeing the door being opened. "Why is it so dark in he-" McCree stopped, seeing the two. He grinned, raising his eyebrows at Genji, who scowled behind his mask.

"Greetings, McCree!" Angela said quickly, quick to swipe off the papers off the desk full of ideas of telling others they were dating. "What were you two a' doin'?" The cowboy tried to hide his grin.

"Nothing." Angela replied quickly. Genji stood up. "I was about to leave anyway. Let us leave Angela to peace, yes?" Genji said, grabbing McCrees arm and dragged him out of the room.

"Gettin' close with the doc, Huh?" McCree grinned. "Makin' Some moves?" He continued to tease. Genji growled, annoyed. "First, shut your face. Second, get lost." Genji said, and started to walk away. McCree rolled his eyes, following Genji down the hall.

"When're you gonna actually do somethin'?" McCree asked, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets. "When I can..man..up." Genji replied, silently thanking the gods for his mask so McCree couldn't see his red face.

Jesse snorted, and put an arm around his friends neck, grinning, "Well, when I'm done with this mission, I can give ya some pointers." McCree said to him, returning his arm.

Genji rolled his eyes, smiling to himself. "Alright. But you must tell me the details of your mission."

Jesse smiled, and nodded. "Sure will. Don't you got a surgery today?"

"If that's what you want to call it, yes. I'd much rather not look like an unbalanced stick man." Genji gave a nervous laugh.

Jesse huffed, patting Genjis exposed shoulder. "A'ight, I'll see you later." Genji nodded in response, and watched Jesse leave, and left himself towards the robotics bay, Where Torbjorn was.

"Greetings Mr. Lindholm-"

"Shut it, cyborg." Torbjorn snapped. Genji stayed silent and stood still, watching Torbjorn work on something in front of him, hunched over. Genji could only see his back and the stool he stood upon. Genji wondered what it would like being short, but kept that to himself.

"Alright. Sit." The dwarf ordered, patting the table and moving a few things. (By that he swiped everything off without a care in the world.)  and tucked something away in his pocket. Genji got on the table, still as a stick man.

Angela rushed in. "Hello! Sorry I'm late, had some stuff." He tucked a hair behind her ear, putting down files and such. "Ready, Torbjorn?"

Torbjorn looked to the other people in the room. "Yes." He sighed.

Genji laid down.