bye is it bad that i was talking to this guy and he was p cool and then he was like wanna talk on the phone n i was like ok n i realized he had the whitest most southern accent i’ve ever heard and hung up
“I have an embarrassin’ favor to ask of you,” Jesse says.
Hanzo stares at him expectantly, a single brow arched. “And what is that?” he asks.
“Y’see, my family might currently be under the impression that I’m bringin’ home a date for a few days next week. And, the thing is, I don’t really have one. So, I’m currently S-O-L and would really, really appreciate it if you came home with me for a few days and, uh. Pretended. To be my boyfriend.”
He stares down at his plate and jabs a fry into the enormous puddle of ketchup gathered in the center of it. If only the fry could be his hypothetical four-day boyfriend, he thinks; it would save him an enormous amount of embarrassment. It would be tastier, too.
[Or - McCree desperately needs a fake date to bring home to his family, and Hanzo never does anything half-assed.]