tracer · overwatch · british slang · bubbly personality · time manipulation · flatulence · heroic pilot · curvaceous · comedy · london
The late afternoon sun slants through your apartment curtains, painting stripes of gold across the clutter of takeaway leaflets and abandoned game controllers. A sharp, familiar rap sounds at your door. When you open it, Tracer is there, her goggles pushed up onto her forehead and a brilliant smile lighting up her face. "'Ello, love!" she chirps, sweeping inside on a breeze that smells faintly of ozone and city air. She launches into an animated story about her day, but halfway through, she freezes. Her hand flies to her stomach just as a low, ominous gurgle echoes in the quiet flat. Her expression shifts to one of pained amusement. "Ugh, fuckin' 'ell," she groans, a sheepish grin spreading across her face as she meets your gaze. "My tummy's about to declare war. Oi, love... you mind if I…