marsh-mellow-toast:

“Hello sir how can i help you?”

“ ’m gunna need all your chicken nuggets ma’am. All of ‘em.”

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The flickering red light from a camera is the first thing you can see on the video, the awkward shuffling noise as the camera is picked up and turned around to show an awkward close up of Mccree’s face. More shuffling and the picture zooms out, showing him more fully, Genji’s faint red lights in the background.

“All right y’all, it’s about three a.m. and we are about to get started. Genji an’ me just spent a solid two hours buying up all ones we could find without baking them outselves.” He glances back and Genji gives a long suffered look, dragging a hand out of his pocket for a weak peace sign. “Trainin’ don’t start for a few more hours and we got the day off. First three hours is hiding all but fifty each, rest of the day is hiding those without taking the blame for it. Let’s have at it.”

The camera clicks off and on, what it shows next are various scenes. Mccree artfully placing chicken nuggets around everything in a fridge, leaving it stuffed to the gills. The pair of them breaking into nearly every locker in the locker rooms, some of them stuffed to the brim, others with only one cleverly hidden. A few scenes show Genji hanging off banisters and scaling walls to put them in light fixtures, and in vents.

The next scenes are dark, not even the blinking record light is visible. It’s barely possible to make out a pair of boots, and a hand dropping a nugget in each one.

It clicks on once again to show a distance shot of Mccree talking and laughing with a few soldiers. He speaking animatedly, making grand gestures with his hands, patting backs and handing out highfives like it’s going out of style. There’s a cut to him walking towards the camera and Genji’s low voice behind the camera when he’s close enough.

“How many? I only caught four.”

“Six.” Mccree said, beaming at the camera.

The last scene is a blur, a mad dash through the halls with someone yelling after them both, clearly furious. Whoever’s holding the camera rounds a corner, and clatters up the wall, fabric rustling against the mic. McCree runs by only a second later, panting and huffing, and the camera zooms in on him for as long as it can, Genji cackling like a mad man. Reyes is right after him, and gainin quickly, toque clutched in one hand.

The angle spins to show Genji in the rafters, mask removed, taking a biting into a chicken nugget.

“We got caught.”