[video] July 16th: Employment Opportunities [cw: sex work/prostitution]

[yakiniku]

[Hanzo is positioned in the same way in front of the camera as he was the last time he had to make a message like this, but this time his hair is overgrown and white, but he has the wild locks pushed over one shoulder making it seem just a bit neater.]

Hello again. This is Hanzo Shimada.

Last month I asked if there would be any interest in a brothel catering to Moonblessed, and while there were a lot of people who did not understand or did not approve of the concept, there were also those who did show interest. Some who were not interested also voiced approval for the idea.

So on the first day of this month's triple moon cycle, I would like to announce the opening of Flux. We are located on Level 3.

We have job openings for paid moonlacing partners as well as security personnel. Please let me know if you are interested, and I will provide more information to you. Otherwise if you have questions, I have time to answer them.

Thank you.

[Before ending the video, he leaves his desk to go to the outside of the building for a good shot of the entrance should anyone prefer speaking with him in person instead.]

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[tekhartha]

[Zenyatta knows. The kind of family ties Hanzo is familiar with are those written in blood and erased by tears; he has never been granted the luxury of choosing who to love and what to forgive, or perhaps how to love and forgive at all, perhaps there he has never been taught at all.

He proceeds so cautiously now that Zenyatta can scarcely take it, as if he were made of glass and his every word a bullet. But they are so sweet, all of a sudden, and so gentle, and Zenyatta cannot simply sit still. Almost soundlessly he slips from his seat and behind Hanzo.]

Thank you.

[Long and sinuous, his arms wind loosely about Hanzo's waist; the fingers of one hand splay across his chest, over the beat of his heart and the rise and fall of his lungs like the endless sighing of the ocean.

His forehead comes to rest between his shoulder blades.]

I... apologise. For allowing tonight to become so melancholy. [he hesitates, then-] I am not sure I want to leave tonight.

[yakiniku]

[Hanzo isn't the most well-versed in matters pertaining to family because they're both aware of what he's done in the name of honor and duty. Things that he regrets to this very day. All for the notion of family and upholding the dignity of the word. The archer is careful, though. Not to use his personal feelings about it interfere with the words he has regarding Zenyatta and his family.

Blood ties or not, Hanzo respects the monk enough to recognize his family ties like he would any humans. He's come a long way.]

It is fine. [He says quickly, as soon as he feels hands wrapping around him and fingers spreading over him.] There is no reason to apologize. Just as there is no reason to leave tonight if you would rather stay. [Hanzo tilts his head back to look up at the faceplate hovering just over his shoulder.]

[tekhartha]

[There is a part of him that wishes Hanzo would put his arms around him immediately and hold him tight- but he is not so impatient, nor so naive, that he would expect that kind of intimacy from one who, until recently, could scarcely be affectionate at all. It is enough to feel the warmth of his body and be soothed by it.

He does not thank him again, but he hopes it comes across in the sigh he vocalises, muffled by Hanzo's shirt but heartfelt nonetheless.]

I would.

[There passes between them the smallest hum of electricty- a kiss- before Zenyatta eases back, returning enough space in which to comfortably eat.]

Do not get up- I will make up a bed for myself.

[yakiniku]

[If the closeness is bringing Zenyatta any satisfaction at all, then he is glad to be helpful in that way. He doesn't return the affection right away because he doesn't want to feel like a burden. Like he's the one who needs the physical affection. He is, but the thought of that troubles him. What's worse is he knows Zenyatta would never judge him for it, but certain habits are difficult to break so easily.]

Good. I would like that.

[He feels it, but it could have just as easily been his imagination. Hanzo is beginning to stand up when the monk insists that he does no such thing. Although immensely soothing, Zenyatta's is a voice Hanzo finds compelling enough that he tends to obey without much thought.]

Is it not possible for us to sleep together? [He's asking because he's unsure whether it is an omnic thing? Otherwise he would rather have the monk beside him.]

[tekhartha]

[Hanzo obeys, which is a small miracle in and of itself. But the question is what really catches Zenyatta's attention and stops him before he can fully walk away from the counter- or, more to the point, from Hanzo.

If his tone had been even remotely ambiguous before it is unmistakable now, all faltering edges, like curled pages in a book, and quiet hope.]

That would be wonderful.

[He backtracks, just enough to let his fingers comb through Hanzo's hair for the sheer pleasure of feeling it slide through his fingers, body-warm, like liquid silk.]

Thank you.

[The touch lingers at his scalp, through once more to the ends of his hair. Then he is gone, off to make up his side of Hanzo's bed.]

[yakiniku]

[If there isn't any reason they shouldn't be sharing a bed, he doesn't see why they should sleep apart under the same roof. They've done more intimate things than that before, so Hanzo doesn't think there needs to be much modesty between them.

He's so stuck in his thoughts for a moment he doesn't notice when Zenyatta moves close enough to touch his hair until the strands are already falling between his fingers.]

I would prefer all gratitude from now on to be non-verbal. [The archer manages a weak chuckle as he tilts his head to look at the monk for a moment longer before he goes. He doesn't press the issue now, but once he's cleaned up and ready for bed he'll accept the thanks in as many ways as he can manage before they fall asleep together.]