[He eyes the man in disbelief when he states the year, but on second glance he notices the metal arm and nods as if it makes sense. Americans. Of course given the technology and advancements available in their time there’d be some willing to keep to the older ways. He was one such person. In his travels he’s clearly learned to leave parts of that life behind him—even getting piercings decades too late in his life. His bow seems to be the only remnant left of his traditionalist training.]
Then we are from the same Earth, give or take a handful of years.
[When the stranger starts to talk about his performance with the unicorn, Hanzo groans, turning away from him deliberately so he can take in their surroundings. Surely that’s more useful than listening to the man gloat. He’s hungry and it’s becoming harder to ignore.]
It feels closer to 5 for me, but there is no way to be certain. [There’s a nearby tree with fruit but he’s unsure whether or not it’s safe to eat. He looks from the cowboy to the fruit and before he knows it is offering it to the other to try first.]
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Then we are from the same Earth, give or take a handful of years.
[When the stranger starts to talk about his performance with the unicorn, Hanzo groans, turning away from him deliberately so he can take in their surroundings. Surely that’s more useful than listening to the man gloat. He’s hungry and it’s becoming harder to ignore.]
It feels closer to 5 for me, but there is no way to be certain. [There’s a nearby tree with fruit but he’s unsure whether or not it’s safe to eat. He looks from the cowboy to the fruit and before he knows it is offering it to the other to try first.]