[It takes time to install the replacements, make sure they're in proper working order, and to get him adjusted to functioning with them. All in all, a few days time, far shorter than his initial adjustments the first time around. He doesn't bother Jack again until he's certain he won't be missing a step and falling flat on his face every other second. When he's ready, he deigns to send a message along with an Overwatch agent heading to the Strike Commander's office to let Jack know.
He could make this simple, go to Jack's office himself and talk with him there. But no. Genji doesn't want to talk in what is considered Jack's territory. He wants a more neutral territory, somewhere more open, which is what leads Genji to calling him down to the gym. Well, that and wanting to test the full extent of his replacements, now that he's gotten the basics of walking back down. He doesn't immediately acknowledge Jack's arrival when he walks in, caught up in catching himself out of the stumble of a flip. Once he's straightened himself out he bothers to send the commander a short bow of the head.
The look of the replacement prostheses is stark in contrast to the rest of him; they're far simpler, built for function over appearance, a plain steel. But they serve their purpose, and that's what they're there for. Not much else, which Genji is quickly beginning to learn.]
Is your schedule that light today?
[Usually a comment like this would come with a biting tone, sucking any levity out of the words. Not this time. It falls short of teasing, but it's certainly lighter than much of anything that's come out of Genji's mouth since he woke up after his surgery. For once he's not trying to get a rise.]
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He could make this simple, go to Jack's office himself and talk with him there. But no. Genji doesn't want to talk in what is considered Jack's territory. He wants a more neutral territory, somewhere more open, which is what leads Genji to calling him down to the gym. Well, that and wanting to test the full extent of his replacements, now that he's gotten the basics of walking back down. He doesn't immediately acknowledge Jack's arrival when he walks in, caught up in catching himself out of the stumble of a flip. Once he's straightened himself out he bothers to send the commander a short bow of the head.
The look of the replacement prostheses is stark in contrast to the rest of him; they're far simpler, built for function over appearance, a plain steel. But they serve their purpose, and that's what they're there for. Not much else, which Genji is quickly beginning to learn.]
Is your schedule that light today?
[Usually a comment like this would come with a biting tone, sucking any levity out of the words. Not this time. It falls short of teasing, but it's certainly lighter than much of anything that's come out of Genji's mouth since he woke up after his surgery. For once he's not trying to get a rise.]