Whatever his father or the elders needed Sombra for, he didn't really care. He didn't really care about much when it came to the family business, mostly because it seemed boring. His brother Hanzo would inherit everything to do with the business anyhow, so why bother? He kept himself in good enough favor with his father and his ear open enough to make sure he had one foot in the door. Good enough for him. Giving favor to the hacker only helped cement his place in the family with as little work as possible, so long as she didn't turn and back stab them. Still, he could wiggle out of that problem as well, he was sure.
Thankfully it wasn't a problem and she had apparently been working out rather fine. Speaking of fine... she was. Very fine. She had clearly gotten his attention a few times now, which, being real, wasn't that hard to do. If it had two legs and a nice butt, he was no doubt going to check a person out. She most definitely had two legs (both of which were very appealing) and a very nice looking back side. He had found himself smirking smugly after her when she left a room, that was for sure.
But you don't mess with those employed by the family. That was at least one golden rule he had so far honored pretty well. It was easier to sneak out to a club and meet strangers anyhow. At least they didn't know who the green haired boy was when he joined them on a dance floor. Or who to whine about when he left them on their own when he snuck home at night.
Like he was doing now.
One of the guards that was meant to keep an eye on him ran up to him as he slipped through the gate, not at all sneaking like he should. The guard pleaded with him to be more careful, young lord! Take them WITH him, young lord! His father would have them all shot if Genji kept sneaking out like this. At least take them WITH him. "[It is late! Who even will be up to notice?]" He rattled back in Japanese to the guard before dashing inside with a laugh.
After tonight, food was needed, as was a drink.
He passes a guard who was leaving the kitchen in a huff, a brow raised to that, but he thinks nothing of it, until he gets there. Pausing at the door frame he crossed his arms, looking over the black clad figure leaning on the counter. A low to high to low again whistle was given, head lifted and arms crossed.
"You get away with dressing like that? You must have pleased someone, or you have a good set of balls hidden under there." He sounds amused, speaking English in a thick accent.
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Thankfully it wasn't a problem and she had apparently been working out rather fine. Speaking of fine... she was. Very fine. She had clearly gotten his attention a few times now, which, being real, wasn't that hard to do. If it had two legs and a nice butt, he was no doubt going to check a person out. She most definitely had two legs (both of which were very appealing) and a very nice looking back side. He had found himself smirking smugly after her when she left a room, that was for sure.
But you don't mess with those employed by the family. That was at least one golden rule he had so far honored pretty well. It was easier to sneak out to a club and meet strangers anyhow. At least they didn't know who the green haired boy was when he joined them on a dance floor. Or who to whine about when he left them on their own when he snuck home at night.
Like he was doing now.
One of the guards that was meant to keep an eye on him ran up to him as he slipped through the gate, not at all sneaking like he should. The guard pleaded with him to be more careful, young lord! Take them WITH him, young lord! His father would have them all shot if Genji kept sneaking out like this. At least take them WITH him. "[It is late! Who even will be up to notice?]" He rattled back in Japanese to the guard before dashing inside with a laugh.
After tonight, food was needed, as was a drink.
He passes a guard who was leaving the kitchen in a huff, a brow raised to that, but he thinks nothing of it, until he gets there. Pausing at the door frame he crossed his arms, looking over the black clad figure leaning on the counter. A low to high to low again whistle was given, head lifted and arms crossed.
"You get away with dressing like that? You must have pleased someone, or you have a good set of balls hidden under there." He sounds amused, speaking English in a thick accent.