I’m still taking requests, yep 🙂 surprised that I did get positively none tbh :O

so I can’t quite see them dancing to it, since that feels too OOC for me, but I can definitely give you this mental image, because the song is beautiful and kind off took me away onto a little sleepy trance right now:

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They’d be out of the door in half an hour to catch the jet Europe bound, and while usually Hanzo had no problems being up and alert at the drop of a hat, living with McCree in close quarters for so long seemed to have… mellowed him out in that respect.

He watched the cowboy across the table, half listening to the tune coming from the radio. Jesse was leaning back, feet propped on the edge of another unoccupied chair and hat pulled so deep across his eyes that the edge of his burning cigar was in danger of touching the weathered brim.

He hadn’t moved for quite a while and Hanzo was wondering whether he’d fallen right back asleep; curled up in his serape as he was. He slowly turned the warm mug of tea in his hands and kept wordlessly staring; there was nothing else to do, after all. It was still dark and lonely this early in the kitchen, and even though Hanzo hadn’t a single musical bone in his body, he could feel the softness of the song worm into him.

Was McCree actually asleep? 

It took him a while to realize that the metallic, rhythmic ringing accompanying the music, was coming from the man across the table: the spurs on his heels moving softly as he tapped his boots in time with the beat.

Ah… Not asleep after all. Just enjoying the silence.

Hanzo quietly smirked into his tea as he took another sip.