Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Hanzo Shimada- Dinner Party (a)

"Well well well... Don't you scrub up nicely?" Hanzo straightened his tie in the mirror until both sides were in perfect symmetry. "But do you really have to take a quiver of arrows to the dinner party?" Like a gecko darting to a cricket Hanzo dashed to the corner of the room where his arrows lay propped up against the corner, terribly covered by a thin veil of fabric, also known as, the old curtains.

"I was not planning on taking any arrows to the party, I remember what you said last time after the incident with the Johnsons... No mythical weapons at the dinner table!" He tried to hide himself behind an unhopeful smile, but to no avail.

"I was just being careful in case some super-secret assassin decided to attack, you never know and look, I made it colour match my outfit and everything." He gestured towards the royal blue fabric that had been sewn to the sides of the quiver.

"Nobody will even notice that I am wearing it!"

"Why would a trained killer try to attack at a dinner party? We're having Italian with the Smiths, not the Queen of England and besides, we literally moved down here last week, nobody even knows we are here. Can we not just have one nice evening without you bringing the bow? Bowling, you bring the bow, swimming, you bring the bow. Please Hanzo... For me, please leave it here." He sighed deeply with contemplation and rested on the edge of the bed, straightened out the creases in his shirt and slicked his hair back.

"What if I just bring the arrows and leave the bow here? It will at least give the impression to any assassins that I have a bow somewhere on me. I mean, what idiots takes a quiver of arrows but doesn't carry a bow."

"Hanzo..."

"Yeah?"

"What idiot takes a bow or arrows to a dinner party?!?" His face did not look very impressed.

"Fine then, I won't take the bow or the arrows, but don't blame me when somebody tries to assassinate us, and I have to ruin the Smiths silverware!"

"FOR THE LAST TIME... Nobody is going to try and kill us... if anything is going to kill us tonight, it is going to be Mrs. Smith's chicken, now come on and hurry up. We're already running late; their cooking isn't any good hot I don't want to have to eat it cold.

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Written by Aaron.