When Hanzo Shimada walked through the automated glass doors, McCree pursed his lips and stared hard. He tried to determine from his appearance what traits he might have shared with Genji before. Maybe the eyes or strong jawline. He was more broadly set than his younger brother, with wide shoulders and heavily muscular build.
Jesse's eyes flicked over to Genji as the cyborg got up and walked to greet his brother, stopping a few steps away from him and bowing deeply.
"Ani-chan, irassaimase."
"Ojamashimasu." Hanzo bowed in return, though was notably more stiff than Genji.
Jesse tilted his head, quite comfortable with where he had been sitting with the cyborg in the lounge area, arms resting along the back of the couch and feet propped up on the coffee table. The older samurai glanced around, and McCree fought the urge to laugh when he found himself comparing his small ponytail to a manbun.
"This seems... to be a very well furbished establishment," Hanzo remarked idly. "Very chrome."
"Yes, Winston is very much fond of his shinies," Genji chuckled. "There are stations throughout the building that provide hot drinks if you should want one."
"Thank you, but I am well for the moment." There was a particular awkwardness about Hanzo's body language, which was chipping away at Genji's cheerful demeanour fairly quickly. Jesse frowned.
"Tell 'im about the bars too, Gen!," he called across the room, catching their attentions. "Boy looks like he could use some whiskey."
"Hanzo doesn't drink, Jesse," Genji laughed, his cheer returning. Hanzo's brow furrowed, giving his brother and expectant look. "Ah, yes! Hanzo, this is Jesse McCree. He's a friend and colleague of mine," the cyborg explained, gesturing to the outlaw. Hanzo paused, but gave Jesse a slight bow.
"Hajimemashite." Jesse responded with a leisurely salute-wave, hand spiralling lazily from the brim of his hat.
Hanzo straightened, then glanced about once again. "Would you like me to show you around?," Genji offered, seeming almost giddy. A kid showing his big brother his new favourite thing.
"I am... sure I can find my own way around, thank you, Genji," was the curt reply. "I... would not want to trouble you by having you leave your friend alone."
"Ain't no trouble, partner." Jesse swung his legs off the coffee table, getting up with a slight grunt of exertion and brushing his clothes down. "'Fact I'll come with you both." The brothers looked up at him in surprise, Hanzo with a thoroughly puzzled edge, and it only then occurred to him that he seemed to tower over the both of them.
"Oh, well if you do not mind, Jesse," Genji said softly, tilting his head with a twitch of his antenna.
"Not in the least." He then rather roughly looped an arm around Hanzo's shoulders and partially crushed him to his side, making it clear he wasn't letting go. He wasn't letting Hanzo get away from him, or Genji. He wasn't going to let Hanzo distance himself from his brother like he clearly wanted. "C'mon, partner," he said in a low tone. "I'll show you where Winston hides the good brandy."
