messages.role: user
messages.content: Write a fully detailed story with natural, subtle in character dialogue, about Zarya and Mercy having a conversation about Tracer’s weird obsession with disguising as members of Overwatch in realistic replica bodysuits of them. Mercy tries to understand what Tracer sees in it, while Zarya thinks it’s crazy, and that she would hunt Tracer down if she ever wore her face, her body. The two of them talk further, before Zarya tells Mercy she needs to use the bathroom. Mercy lets her go, and Tells her not to take too long, because dessert is coming soon. Zarya agrees over her shoulder, as she goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. She checks all the stalls. No one. ‘Zarya’ mutters  uncomfortably, in words Tracer would say, that the suit is hot, and  digs around in her hair behind her head. She finds a zipper, and quickly unzips her head. ‘Zarya’ grips her face with one hand and pulls  it off, revealing a sweaty Tracer beneath. The Zarya face rests on the Chest of the suit as Tracer takes a  moment to breath, she washes her face, drinks some water from the tap, before taking a deep breath before slipping the Zarya face back on. She adjusts it, before sipping it up again. She checks that the zipper isn’t visible before walking back out. She sits back down with Mercy. ‘About that dessert’ she says with a smug smirk.
messages.role: assistant
messages.content: Zarya and Mercy sat at a corner table in the dimly lit back room of the Krag'jin Grill, a popular hangout spot for the members of Overwatch. The two of them had just finished a sparring match, and were now taking a break to relax and chat.
  
  As they sipped their drinks, the topic of Tracer's strange obsession with disguising herself as other members of Overwatch came up.
  
  "I just don't understand it," Mercy said, furrowing her brow. "Why does she feel the need to dress up as the rest of us in those ridiculous bodysuits?"
  
  Zarya snorted, shaking her head. "I have no idea. If she ever wore my face, I'd hunt her down and make her pay for it."
  
  Mercy chuckled at Zarya's fierce words, but she couldn't deny that she was curious about Tracer's motivations. "Maybe we should ask her about it next time we see her," she suggested.
  
  Zarya shrugged. "I guess it couldn't hurt. But I still think it's crazy."
  
  Just then, Zarya's face twisted into a grimace. "Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," she said, standing up from the table.
  
  "Alright, but don't take too long," Mercy replied. "Dessert is coming soon."
  
  Zarya nodded and headed towards the bathroom. Once inside, she quickly checked all the stalls to make sure they were empty. Satisfied that she was alone, she let out a sigh of relief.
  
  "This suit is so hot," she muttered to herself, reaching up to grip the back of her head. She felt around for a moment before finding a hidden zipper. With a quick tug, she pulled the Zarya face off, revealing the sweaty, disheveled form of Tracer underneath.
  
  Tracer took a moment to catch her breath, wiping the sweat from her brow. She quickly splashed some water on her face and took a long drink from the tap. After a moment, she took a deep breath and slipped the Zarya face back on, adjusting it carefully to make sure it was secure. She checked to make sure the zipper was hidden before heading back out to the table.
  
  "About that dessert," she said with a smug smile as she sat down next to Mercy.
  
  Mercy raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on in Tracer's head, but she knew better than to pry. For now, she would just enjoy the dessert and the company of her friends.
messages.role: user
messages.content: Rewrite, but include the fact that The Zarya face rests on the chest of the Zarya body, not tracer’s. also make the unmasking more difficult.