[Zenyatta beams. Ordinarily he might object to jeans- they're hardly the most forgiving garments- but knowing Dell they'll be the most worn-in, washed-soft pair this side of Lunatia.]
Dell! You are a cowboy! [He claps his hands together, delighted. Yes, he's actually pleased with that.] How fitting!
[Already he is slotting himself alongside the Engineer, threading their arms together, slim metal through thick muscle. Side by side like this, he feels every one of the inches between them in height- and the fox within him bristles with pride at the thought, petty though he knows it to be.]
I can only imagine so! Fortunately, I do not foresee doors being a problem.
[Because he's already leading Dell towards a fire escape not far from the workshop- he's not sure which business to which it happens to belong. The details scarcely matter. All that interests Zenyatta is the flat roof to which it happens to lead, tucked away from the neon glare of the city proper.
A little foresight means that two yoga mats have already been set out, along with a picnic basket.]
[For a moment, Dell debates on offering his own space - but it's best not to interrupt whatever Zenyatta has planned. He raises an eyebrow at the sight - picnic basket and yoga mats - then looks to Zenyatta with a grin.]
Hah, sure.
[He lets go of Zenyatta long enough to take his place on one of the mats.]
Can't say I'm that good at this kinda thing, though.
[Undeterred, Zenyatta settles down next to him- or rather, descends effortlessly next to him into the splits, then folds forward to touch the tips of one sandal.]
Fear not. I do not wish to brag, but I have been told I am an excellent teacher.
[Although most teachers probably don't immediately get their hands on their students as soon as they're finished preparing themselves. Almost soundless, he shifts behind Dell and places both palms on the man's back to help ease him slowly, slowly down.]
[Even if it hadn't, Zenyatta is determined to make sure it does. His thumbs round the thick muscle above Engie's hips, pressing featherlight here and more firmly there, feeling him out.]
Wonderful.
[His voice swerves low and soft, an intimate purr- almost literally- at the back of Engineer's neck as he bends low with him, urging the man forward inch by inch-
- and then finally lets him sit up again.]
Would you lie on your back for me? I can help you stretch your hamstring muscles.
[Discreetly, while Dell's back is turned still, he sets to work on the second part of the evening's entertainment: preparing to release his hand.]
[Dell's not - completely sure what's going on for a moment, but he briefly follows Zenyatta's lead until he's allowed to straighten up. He can't really deny that that little purr sends a small shiver up his back, though.]
Uh--
[CALM DOWN, DELL.]
Yeah... sure.
[He shifts to do as such, sliding down on his back to settle down on the mat. In a moment of dumb uncertainty, his hands settle over his gut.
[Oh, now that is an interesting reaction, isn't it? Zenyatta hadn't fully intended to start so early, but it would be rude to withdraw his touch now, wouldn't it?
There is an air of almost electric tension about the way Dell settles back, though he knows immediately that it is not discomfort so much as caution. This is new territory, and for a man of science- an expert, no less- he imagines that it does not come easily to him.
He kneels alongside him.]
Perfect. One moment, Dell.
[That is all the warning the Engineer gets before Zenyatta slides both hands around his leg, hand under the man's thigh and another around his heel, and lifts it into the air.]
Tell me when this starts to hurt. [Gently, gently, he tests the angle. If his lower hand happens to wander even lower, so be it...]
[Dell will be real (not really, he's too polite sometimes), he's not 100% sure why he reacts the way he did. It's easy to blame it on the moons, though.
He tries to ignore the thought as Zenyatta lifts his head..]
Okay...
[It doesn't help that he's not that flexible. For all his fighting over the years, stretching was never something he considered. Zen will probably notice the tense in his muscle.
Dell tries to focus on the feeling more than the hands, and takes a breath.
[Zenyatta feels out Dell's limits as intently as he listens for them, measuring each and every newton of tension as he lifts up, up, up- and pauses. It's not as far as someone like Genji could manage, but it would still be a reasonable starting point if this were a real workout session.
Which. It is, still, sort of. But he doesn't know how much longer that's going to last with the uneven pull of Dell's breathing and the uncertainty in his voice.
He holds the position for another twenty seconds or so, then slowly lowers his leg again.]
We may make a yogi of you yet, my friend.
[On another night. As he raises the Engineer's other leg, he prepares to release the latches on his hand.]
Breathe... [- and there it goes. Dell's leg drops, and so does his hand, settled comfortably around the man's ankle.] Very good, Dell!
I doubt it. [Said with a huff and a somewhat uncomfortable laugh.] Not doubtin' you. I just ain't 20 no more.
[It's been a LONG time since he was 20, but the excuse still stands. He's stiff and middle-aged. For all his awkwardness, though, he has no objections to trying it. It was Zenyatta's thing, after all. He wasn't going to deny the omnic that.
Besides, he did it!! Hell yeah. He nods, and goes to take a long inhale, exhale.]
Age has little to do with it. Some of the finest practitioners in the world are, quite frankly, elderly- and even if they were not, you are hardly past your prime!
[And, doubtful though Dell may be, Zenyatta can still sense his satisfaction as they shift positions he almost wonders if he should just reattach his hand and continue with a decidedly more innocent session.
Almost.]
Will you roll onto your stomach? [The errant hand holding onto Dell's leg subtly shifts upwards, ready to climb his thigh. As soon as the man is in position Zenyatta kneels behind him, holding one knee and lifting it as a third, hard-light hand- warmer than his steel hands, and decidedly glowier- settles at the base of his spine to hold down his hips.] Comfortable?
[Well, strictly, no. But Zenyatta has always been on the opinion that the vast majority of rules are more or less arbitrary anyway, and what is yoga if not a deeply individual pursuit of physical and spiritual wellbeing?
(with emphasis on the physical.)]
Excellent. And again... [He switches legs again, but this time his freed hand walks its way up the back of Dell's thigh as he holds and stretches- and, while the rest of his hands focus on keeping the man steady no matter how he reacts, it squeezes.]
[And Zenyatta channels the outright laugh he feels tickling his vocaliser into a soft and hopefully sultry little chuckle.]
It is somewhat unorthodox. [The hand squeezes again, just to make a point, then crawls up to Dell's shoulder.] Would you like to sit up now? We can begin wih child's pose.
[Which he demonstrates, seating himself opposite at about an arm's length. As he flattens his remaining hand on his knee he waits for Dell to notice that it is looking decidedly lonely- and cannot help but add, wicked in spite of the sweetness in his voice:] Comfortable?
[Dell feels himself shiver, but quickly moves to sit up.
Oh, yeah. Zenyatta's definitely messing with him now. It doesn't take long to notice that the hand on his shoulder doesn't follow the rest of Zenyatta. He quirks a brow as he moves to copy the omnic's pose.]
... Sure.
[There's a tone of "not really," but it's more playful than genuinely uncomfortable.
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Dell! You are a cowboy! [He claps his hands together, delighted. Yes, he's actually pleased with that.] How fitting!
[Already he is slotting himself alongside the Engineer, threading their arms together, slim metal through thick muscle. Side by side like this, he feels every one of the inches between them in height- and the fox within him bristles with pride at the thought, petty though he knows it to be.]
We do not have far to go. Follow me lead.
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Worn in or not, the jeans can come off.]
Hah. Yeah, I reckon so. [Engineer shrugs.] They're more of a pain in the hind, especially with doors.
[He chuckles as Zenyatta steps to his side, well aware of the height difference between them.]
Lead the way, hoss.
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I can only imagine so! Fortunately, I do not foresee doors being a problem.
[Because he's already leading Dell towards a fire escape not far from the workshop- he's not sure which business to which it happens to belong. The details scarcely matter. All that interests Zenyatta is the flat roof to which it happens to lead, tucked away from the neon glare of the city proper.
A little foresight means that two yoga mats have already been set out, along with a picnic basket.]
Why don't we get warmed up?
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Hah, sure.
[He lets go of Zenyatta long enough to take his place on one of the mats.]
Can't say I'm that good at this kinda thing, though.
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Fear not. I do not wish to brag, but I have been told I am an excellent teacher.
[Although most teachers probably don't immediately get their hands on their students as soon as they're finished preparing themselves. Almost soundless, he shifts behind Dell and places both palms on the man's back to help ease him slowly, slowly down.]
How does that feel?
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Hell, he'll give it a shot, though.]
I always figured you were.
[He grins a little at that, feeling hands on his back as he settles down.]
Pretty damn good, I'll say.
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Wonderful.
[His voice swerves low and soft, an intimate purr- almost literally- at the back of Engineer's neck as he bends low with him, urging the man forward inch by inch-
- and then finally lets him sit up again.]
Would you lie on your back for me? I can help you stretch your hamstring muscles.
[Discreetly, while Dell's back is turned still, he sets to work on the second part of the evening's entertainment: preparing to release his hand.]
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Uh--
[CALM DOWN, DELL.]
Yeah... sure.
[He shifts to do as such, sliding down on his back to settle down on the mat. In a moment of dumb uncertainty, his hands settle over his gut.
He's not sure what to do with then, okay!!]
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There is an air of almost electric tension about the way Dell settles back, though he knows immediately that it is not discomfort so much as caution. This is new territory, and for a man of science- an expert, no less- he imagines that it does not come easily to him.
He kneels alongside him.]
Perfect. One moment, Dell.
[That is all the warning the Engineer gets before Zenyatta slides both hands around his leg, hand under the man's thigh and another around his heel, and lifts it into the air.]
Tell me when this starts to hurt. [Gently, gently, he tests the angle. If his lower hand happens to wander even lower, so be it...]
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He tries to ignore the thought as Zenyatta lifts his head..]
Okay...
[It doesn't help that he's not that flexible. For all his fighting over the years, stretching was never something he considered. Zen will probably notice the tense in his muscle.
Dell tries to focus on the feeling more than the hands, and takes a breath.
... Okay, the hands are REALLY distracting.]
Think... that's good.
[Wow, he shouldn't be embarrassed about this.]
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Which. It is, still, sort of. But he doesn't know how much longer that's going to last with the uneven pull of Dell's breathing and the uncertainty in his voice.
He holds the position for another twenty seconds or so, then slowly lowers his leg again.]
We may make a yogi of you yet, my friend.
[On another night. As he raises the Engineer's other leg, he prepares to release the latches on his hand.]
Breathe... [- and there it goes. Dell's leg drops, and so does his hand, settled comfortably around the man's ankle.] Very good, Dell!
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[It's been a LONG time since he was 20, but the excuse still stands. He's stiff and middle-aged. For all his awkwardness, though, he has no objections to trying it. It was Zenyatta's thing, after all. He wasn't going to deny the omnic that.
Besides, he did it!! Hell yeah. He nods, and goes to take a long inhale, exhale.]
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[And, doubtful though Dell may be, Zenyatta can still sense his satisfaction as they shift positions he almost wonders if he should just reattach his hand and continue with a decidedly more innocent session.
Almost.]
Will you roll onto your stomach? [The errant hand holding onto Dell's leg subtly shifts upwards, ready to climb his thigh. As soon as the man is in position Zenyatta kneels behind him, holding one knee and lifting it as a third, hard-light hand- warmer than his steel hands, and decidedly glowier- settles at the base of his spine to hold down his hips.] Comfortable?
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[Dell takes a breath and shifts to move the way Zenyatta guides him, rolling onto his stomach, arms folded out in front of him.
Damn, is yoga usually this touchy? He's got a feeling it's not - but he's hardly complaining.]
Perfectly so.
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(with emphasis on the physical.)]
Excellent. And again... [He switches legs again, but this time his freed hand walks its way up the back of Dell's thigh as he holds and stretches- and, while the rest of his hands focus on keeping the man steady no matter how he reacts, it squeezes.]
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Oh. THAT, he's pretty sure isn't yoga. Dell grunts and lifts his head up from his arms.]
... I wanna take it that ain't a normal yoga thing.
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It is somewhat unorthodox. [The hand squeezes again, just to make a point, then crawls up to Dell's shoulder.] Would you like to sit up now? We can begin wih child's pose.
[Which he demonstrates, seating himself opposite at about an arm's length. As he flattens his remaining hand on his knee he waits for Dell to notice that it is looking decidedly lonely- and cannot help but add, wicked in spite of the sweetness in his voice:] Comfortable?
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Oh, yeah. Zenyatta's definitely messing with him now. It doesn't take long to notice that the hand on his shoulder doesn't follow the rest of Zenyatta. He quirks a brow as he moves to copy the omnic's pose.]
... Sure.
[There's a tone of "not really," but it's more playful than genuinely uncomfortable.
Basically, he knows something's going on now.]
Think you forgot something.