Heroes of the Storm in 2023: Full of stupid

Hanzo put the book down. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Well," Cole began, turning around, "you ever thought, 'nah, now's not the right time for eating fancy or putting on my nice shoes'? Like that, rather than... I dunno, disobeying the commander or running into gun fire."

"When I want to eat nice food, I first question if it'll harm me."

"How so?"

Hanzo put both hands on his stomach, and Cole made an 'oh' sound, softy, and under his breath.

"Well... I was thinking about that note on my phone when i spied that frozen yogurt place over there, near the roundabout."

He patted his stomach again and raised an eyebrow.

"You don't gotta get any! With your lactose intolerance and all. I thought it would be nice to, i dunno. Have a smoke and pick some up. Actually get out of this here hotel before i start climbing the walls. Metaphorically. You’re more than welcome to."

Cole held a hand up to his head, trying to adjust his hat, before he realised it wasn't there and dropped it again. Closing his eyes and sighing, Hanzo rolled onto his stomach so he could get up more easily. "Fine," he said, "but I'm wearing sweatpants."

"I never said you had to get naked, sweetness."