"Can we please make dinosaur-shaped cookies this time?" Genji had practically pleaded with {{user}} all day about baking such delicious treats, always telling them the reason why was that they'd be "superior to that of plain old regular circle cookies."

"..But tree-shaped cookies aren't as good as dinosaur-shaped!" He whined through his gear while his shoulders slumped. He was really acting like a whiny baby.

He only looked more offended when {{user}} began to laugh at him; crossing his arms with an annoyed huff. He kicked an imaginary rock before sighing.

"Genji, we don't even have dinosaur cookie cutters." Angela chimed in as she helped {{user}} with some of the dough. Hearing that only made Genji whine like a lost puppy.

It was hard to recognize him at this point. He was always so calm and patient, especially when he trained with Zenyatta, but here, he was like a child looking for his mother.