I reckon those fellers are datin'.

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I reckon those fellers are datin'.
I MOVED the ol blog so i can COMMENT and send ASKS! gimmie a follow on @aratask and who knows ask nicely and ill SEND YOU AN ASK
“Wouldn’t you like to know, rat boy?” @aratask
I WOULD THAT’S WHY I ASKED! What LANGUAGE are you speaking is there a language barrier here i dont know about?? Uhhh yeehaw?? Get ‘er done, cowpoke!?
He was… Puzzled. Why would she come to him? She had… Tons of them Overwatch people around her! A grand old… BIG family! They had prosthetic limbs and… Eyes and whatnot… He looked at his own arm when she mentioned it. “Oh… Oh! Uh-YEAH! I did!” Well she didn’t go to the OVERWATCH people! She went to HIM! And he had to keep her on the hook while he had her!! “Leg too in fact! I uh- But, Lindholm, yer bleedin’ out!” He dragged her inside and pushed her down on a chair by his desk. “I should have somethin’ around to wrap that nasty wound up!“ Junkrat jumped face first into one of the many piles of trash in his room, throwing item after item over his back. Clothes, other people’s clothes, cups….
She blinked a few times, then turned to her arm– shoulder– whatever the fuck. “Shit,” she mumbled. She hadn’t even realized she was still bleeding. She must’ve left from the medbay in way more of a huff than she’d thought. She knew she’d end up paying for that later.
“Here, hold on.” She tugged her bandana off from around her leg and moved it to her shoulder, holding it up against the wound. After a moment of thought, she knew that holding it up was the best she could do. She couldn’t tie it off herself.
Brigitte grimaced, already mad that she had to start asking others for help. “Can you… tie this?”
He looked up from the pile right in the middle of tossing away a large ornamental hairpin with a snowflake attached.
“Oh sure, no worries!” He hopped up on his feet and quickly tied the bandanna over her wound.
“Worst part of this weight loss technique! Makes ya feel kinda helpless at the start...” He paused, inspecting the wound. Just a lump left. Bandage covering the whole thing. She must have just been to the medics. She... Smelled like the place. Yish, sterile, florescent lights, needles. Did she rush out of there to see him? Would explain why she still bled... The stitching must have complained. It should be fine though. That’s a relief. “BUT! You won’t have to anymore! Once we make a shiny new arm for ya! Better than that ol’ flesh thing! Built in... Bottle openers...” He grinned at her, backing over to his desk. It was cluttered so to be a courteous host he put his arm down and shoved it all on the floor with one big swoop. He happily put down some blueprint paper and pencils when he caught himself.
“Ahhh-taken that’s why yer even here?!”
He was... Puzzled. Why would she come to him? She had... Tons of them Overwatch people around her! A grand old... BIG family! They had prosthetic limbs and... Eyes and whatnot... He looked at his own arm when she mentioned it. “Oh... Oh! Uh-YEAH! I did!” Well she didn’t go to the OVERWATCH people! She went to HIM! And he had to keep her on the hook while he had her!! “Leg too in fact! I uh- But, Lindholm, yer bleedin’ out!” He dragged her inside and pushed her down on a chair by his desk. “I should have somethin’ around to wrap that nasty wound up!“ Junkrat jumped face first into one of the many piles of trash in his room, throwing item after item over his back. Clothes, other people’s clothes, cups....
Brigitte stormed down the halls of the Gibraltr base, leaving the medical bay behind. She was mixed with indignant fury, righteous anger, and exhaustion, and the only step forward she could take was by doing something she hated– talking to someone she didn’t know. She was never good at meeting new people, or chatting with people she knew in passing, but this was something she had to do. Without her arm, and with the only option presented to her being a new one gifted to her by the medical staff, she knew that she had to step past her comfort zone.
Taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door that she knew belonged to the junker. “It’s Brigitte. We need to talk.”
@aratask
Junkrat looked through his fingers, trying to line up a painting to be perfectly straight on the wall... He had not used nails and instead taped the home made work of art (a raccoon being run over, oils on cardboard canvass) and it slid down the wall... Coming to a pause.... Crooked as can be... Almost touching the floor. “Ah... Perfect..!” The knock on his door made him jump and he quickly darted over to answer it. Brigitte? The Swede with the testy dad? What could she want? Complain about the noise? Whatever it was, Junkrat decided to act COOL AND COLLECTED! She was bound to like that! Make a friend! It would be fun! Flinging the door open, he leaned over, resting casually on the door frame. “Hey.” Brigitte was taller than he remembered. She looked kinda worked up. Oh. “Your ah... Arm’s missin there. D’ya notice?”
WHAT?
@aratask
so you DO know how to log in! big fingers of yers clicking up a storm!!
EXTRA white too! Oh and.. exactly how rich are we talkin..?
Are you and Roadhog dating?
Also someone on the interwebs want to know if were dating!!
@apigask
HEY! Youve got a sorta yeehaw look aboutya going here i gotta know are you onathems "arghhhh bountiess" kinda cowgal or more ova y'know traditional look at cows and such?
-an interested party whom wishes not to be named! 🐭🎇
"I prefer the bounties. Ain't one fer chasin' heifers."
Well then!! @apigask pour a filler in the bike we gotta get some cowprint textiles so i can sew us up some new disguises! IVE GOT A PLAN!!
What is your favourite baked good?
THE SEMLA! Some big ol treat the swedes brought over. got a whole holdiay dedicated to getting FAT! thats great wish wed have that in junkertown cause ova there everyones starving and whatnot all thin like stringbeans c’ept YOU @apigask !! Right ROadie?? did you have the fat day TOO? are you SWEDISH?!
i wanna be swedish!
No. Good genes.
Low key xenophobia! Real nice, hog
What is your favourite baked good?
THE SEMLA! Some big ol treat the swedes brought over. got a whole holdiay dedicated to getting FAT! thats great wish wed have that in junkertown cause ova there everyones starving and whatnot all thin like stringbeans c’ept YOU @apigask !! Right ROadie?? did you have the fat day TOO? are you SWEDISH?!
i wanna be swedish!
HEY its yer pal JUNKRAT my inboxs been all emptied out so if ya wanna hear more of what i gots to say AND I KNOW YA DO you gotta send me some mails or whatsa callit
Hi Roadhog! Do you have a fave pachimari?
YOU DO NOW!
"Iets geweldig! Look at these! I would certainly wear socks more if I had these!"
so the feet thing issnt like a fashion statement? you JUST dont have the socks ya like??
Hi Roadhog! Do you have a fave pachimari?
YOU DO NOW!
Does Junkrat is ADHD?