The monastery was impressive in and off itself, though all it’s simple grandeur seemed to pale compared to its unique master.
Reinhardt let the curtain fall close behind him, straightening from the awkward crouch the doorways were forcing him into. He smiled, a little uncertain, head tilting towards the Omnic standing in front of the simple desk occupying the middle of the room, hands folded in front of his lap.
“No doors, huh?”
#i swear ill learn how to draw pretty pussies just so i can draw mondatta’s golden one (via @venomines)
… uh… yes please????
