“Hah…” Zenyatta panted as he gripped the counter hard enough for it to creak.
He could feel his legs twitch, his toes curl oh so slightly, as his favourite little friend explored to its heart’s content. The green dragon as small as a ferret was currently wriggling around inside Zenyatta’s shirt, rubbing its nose and whiskers wherever it could.
“Udon…” he whispered in a half-hearted warning. If he was too loud, Genji would come to investigate and then discover them. The idea filled his chest with dread– but at the same time sent a thrill up his spine. What would Genji think… seeing Zenyatta being taken apart by his spirit dragon?
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