Jamison Fawkes

Ask me all the stuff you want I guess, Oi will manage some how I'm sure! //Part of OverwatchSpeaks

[fawkes-speaks]

Hayseed listened to what the doctor had to say about the hens as he watched them carefully, he wasn’t wrong for sure about the hen being a mischievous thing. He would continue to shoo her away as she tried to bite at his strings only to finally give up with a frustrated noise which had him giggling some at how cute it was, smiling at the bird as it walked away and hopped down to the floor like a round ball. A small snort slipped from Hayseed as he did his best to not startle it by giggling too hard, his eyes going wide as the hen rested up against his leg.

For some reason he was awfully excited about that but shook it off when he heard the doctor speak up again about tossing her some if she was being a pain, not seeing a reason to now that she was behaving herself up against his leg like a cat would.

His head slowly turned towards the door as he listened to the options of what he could do about his leg, a hand raising up to his chin to tap it in thought for a moment as he noticed Junkenstein walking back in with the mugs. Smiling some as he reached out to grab at the mug to look at it for a moment, trying a small sip or two. At first it seemed almost like he drank nothing, like it went through him but after a few moments he felt something and the taste kicked in.

Shaking his head some as he seemed awfully confused by how it happened, even looking down at his own stomach for a moment as he was puzzled. “I didn’t feel it at first but then.. it’s like it just appeared and the taste came out of no where?” Hayseed rose his hand up to rub at his head now as he looked completely lost for a moment, he knew the flavour though and it seemed to settle well with him as he sat there for a while before shaking his head a bit.

“Roight! Leg, uh.. I mean I don’t wanna trouble ya with too much..” He paused for a moment as he lowered his head a bit, wiggling his other leg a bit against the couch. “If ya want I wouldn’t mind a more.. permanent fix, ya know, so ya don’t gotta keep doin’ it.” Looking up at him as he gave a small sheepish smile his way, sipping the coffee again as he seemed worried about asking too much.

[fawkes-speaks]

The smile on the demon’s face slowly lowered as the doctor mentioned already hurting him and not really convinced he wouldn’t do it again or worse, a low sigh slipping from his lips for a moment as he tried to think of what to do about that but it was cut off when Junkenstein asked what his true name was. A low laugh slipping from his lips for a moment but he collected himself quickly as he tilted his head a bit, shrugging some as a more serious expression slipped across his features.

“Well honestly, I ain’t got another name. Unless ya go by what it was based on which is just krampen, ya would know that though bein’ a German yeah?” His tail flicked against the couch some as he seemed proud of himself for knowing the man was indeed a German, not like it was all the hard to gather but he always felt excited to know where humans came from.

“As for ya wound.. I mean, I could heal it technically if ya wanted me ta.” A hand lowered down towards the doctor’s side as he quirked a brow in a curious manor, wondering if he’d even trust him enough to attempt something like that but the offer was up in the air for now.

Usually the creature would be happy to snatch someone away into a globe and call it a day but he actually found amusement and fun in Junkenstein, it wasn’t that often he would wish to collect someone as a companion instead of a play toy like most. If the doctor was looking he might of been able to see a genuine smile on his face, a look of honesty with what he said. “Up ta ya.”

[queen-of-the-junkers]

"How dare ya assume it's a rat.. Oh wait."

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER.”

[fawkes-speaks]

Oh an come over did he, rather quickly too did Jamison walk towards the Queen as his eyes narrowed at her. A hand raising up to point towards her face after she spoke about her little thugs and Roadhog once again, wanting to just scream in her face but he knew damn well she’d think she’s winning more if he snapped. Instead he gave a rather calm expression as he spoke in a matter of fact tone, or, as best as the Junker could.

“I’ll fight ya sheila, trust me, don’t get ya lil bitches ta back ya up or use any mechs. We’ll see who is better between the two of us in the end, I tell ya it ain’t gonna be you.” Junkrat had the balls to spit directly into her face, grinning as he was ready to jump back if she swung.

“As for ya lil boys.. ya mean the goons ya had ta send after me in a group cause ya couldn’t do it ya self? How ya had to have your lil boy toys do the dirty work instead of doin’ it ya self? Any normal person would get hurt from bein’ jumped by multiple people, if they were ta turn on ya like you did with sendin’ em my way ya would be fucked too now wouldn’t ya? He only helped cause ya boys were too hyped on doin’ ya dirty work that they pissed off the wrong guy, I gained a friend and guardian that day cause ya send morons.”

He cackled again, “Also who cares if I’m supposedly ugly uh? Who am I impressin? I ain’t trying ta get laid or use folks like ya do, also.. ya stick ta Junkertown. I travel the damn world, am known unlike ya self besides in Australia. If anythin’, I think I’m better off then ya self plus I get more now that I was helped thanks ta ya men.”

[queen-of-the-junkers]

"How dare ya assume it's a rat.. Oh wait."

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER.”

[fawkes-speaks]

“Yeah, ya can’t win a fight loike I said without some kind of help. Ya can use a mech, sooo impressive mate. What bout out of it?” Jamie rolled his own eyes again as he shook his head some, there was never getting through to a woman who was so far up her own ass to see the truth of the matter.

Her last few remarks though cause him to snort and slap his legs some in a fit of laughter, jealous? “Oh that if fuckin’ golden Queenie, jealous of you? Oh my god, is that what ya really think? That I’m actually jealous of ya self or what ya have? I have things that are better then anythin’ ya got in ya little castle of freaks. An I think I will keep me hog, best damn friend an body guard anyone could ever ask for. What do you have? Followers? I don’t see friends, unless you count the hamster, but he doesn’t know how ya really are I bet.”

A hand rose up to dismiss her instead, a gesture that he was too good for her anyways. “I’ll take ya supposed blessin’, but ya should be the one considered lucky. Watch ya back Queenie, watch where ya walk an go. Never know when a trap might be activated~”

[queen-of-the-junkers]

"How dare ya assume it's a rat.. Oh wait."

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER.”

[fawkes-speaks]

A low growl once again slipped from the junker as he narrowed his eyes slowly towards her, he was ready to go right up to her any moment and show her a thing or two.

“Lost everythin’ uh? Well makes two of us uh, but seems since ya got a damn cunt ya get away with shit more then most would. Ya look a bit too ‘prettied up’ ta really be havin’ it all that hard, most of us lost family an shit so join the damn party. I lost more then ya could ever imagine, but again, ya probably too busy suducin’ an usin’ ya looks ta make those men of yours do whatever ya say like some lazy good for nothin’ piece of shit who can’t do nothin’ herself without someone backin’ ya up.”

He about spat at her, he had a few frags and mines with her name plastered all over it ready to wipe that damn grin off her face.

“If ya didn’t have them backin’ ya up I’d blow ya up before ya got anywhere near me sheila.. as for Hog, ya just jealous he ain’t on yer side..”

[queen-of-the-junkers]

Honestly, she was a little disturbed by his description… He was somewhat correct, however. Not all of it was correct, but it was a little bit of a scarily accurate description. “I don’t go around seducing men.” That was something she hadn’t done in many years. Although she would engage in a rather unusual form of intimacy, it was not something she considered at all real. “Why the fuck would you think I got to this position with sex?! I got here through power! Strength!…” No, she wasn’t going to let this argument boil her blood. “You think I’m pretty, ey?” And the Queen cocked her head to the side, probably trying to derail the conversation a little and distract him from what he was saying. “I’m done talking to you. Go home runt, your bitch is probably waiting for you.”

[fawkes-speaks]

Jamison just seemed to be unimpressed by her supposed defensiveness over what he said, saying she got there with power? He let out a rather loud laugh that sounded a lot more sarcastic before it became almost serious as his nose scrunched up with a pissed off look, arms slowly crossing over his chest as he stood up straight and actually spat at her.

“Strength my ass, maybe some but ya take that strength from ya thugs. They all just want ya money, the fame, ta kiss up an hope to get some from ya one day. Not many girlies in Junkertown ya know that, with how ya can manage to look better then the rest? Oh yeah, they just want in ya pants sheila but ya know that. I bet ya even get a sick satisfaction from it don’t ya??”

He completely shrugged off her little distraction of a comment, rolling his eyes before holding a hand up to flick her off. “Done talkin’ cause ya hate bein’ told how it is uh? Don’t like it when someone much ‘uglier and insane’ is better then ya. Ya know Mako could crush ya like a tin can, ya hate him cause he chose me instead of takin’ ya side aren’t ya.. Mad ya can’t control him like the other goons uh? Foine, I ain’t wantin’ ta talk ta such a low life bitch anyways~”

[queen-of-the-junkers]

"How dare ya assume it's a rat.. Oh wait."

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER.”

[fawkes-speaks]

A low growl once again slipped from the junker as he narrowed his eyes slowly towards her, he was ready to go right up to her any moment and show her a thing or two.

“Lost everythin’ uh? Well makes two of us uh, but seems since ya got a damn cunt ya get away with shit more then most would. Ya look a bit too ‘prettied up’ ta really be havin’ it all that hard, most of us lost family an shit so join the damn party. I lost more then ya could ever imagine, but again, ya probably too busy suducin’ an usin’ ya looks ta make those men of yours do whatever ya say like some lazy good for nothin’ piece of shit who can’t do nothin’ herself without someone backin’ ya up.”

He about spat at her, he had a few frags and mines with her name plastered all over it ready to wipe that damn grin off her face.

“If ya didn’t have them backin’ ya up I’d blow ya up before ya got anywhere near me sheila.. as for Hog, ya just jealous he ain’t on yer side..”

[queen-of-the-junkers]

"How dare ya assume it's a rat.. Oh wait."

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER.”

[fawkes-speaks]

“Wait, it ain’t what ya think.. ya didn’t see anything sheila! Was never here!” The man would proceed to hobble off in a quick pace, giggling.

[queen-of-the-junkers]

“STOP SENDING ME MESSAGES, YOU FREAK!”

[fawkes-speaks]

“NOW LISTEN HERE MATE, I AIN’T A BLOODY FREAK! HAVE YA LOOKED IN A MIRROR LATELY QUEENIE?” Rat stopped and huffed towards the woman as he growled slightly under his breath.

[queen-of-the-junkers]

She didn’t seem to be willing to chase after him. Too much energy for one pest tonight.

“Mate, you’ve got the hair and eyes of a man who lost his marbles years ago! At least I look human!”

[fawkes-speaks]

Now that hit a sore spot, something he was very self conscious over.

“I get ya fuckin’ hate me guts but that.. that be goin’ too fuckin’ far. Ya might look ‘human’ as ya say but ya sure as hell don’t act like one, far from! I can’t help that I wasn’t a spoiled bitch who is given everythin’ on a silver plat, some of us dealt with actual hardship an shit we couldn’t control! Ya spoiled fuckin’... Forget it, whatever ya say.”

[queen-of-the-junkers]

"How dare ya assume it's a rat.. Oh wait."

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER.”

[fawkes-speaks]

“Wait, it ain’t what ya think.. ya didn’t see anything sheila! Was never here!” The man would proceed to hobble off in a quick pace, giggling.

[queen-of-the-junkers]

“STOP SENDING ME MESSAGES, YOU FREAK!”

[fawkes-speaks]

“NOW LISTEN HERE MATE, I AIN’T A BLOODY FREAK! HAVE YA LOOKED IN A MIRROR LATELY QUEENIE?” Rat stopped and huffed towards the woman as he growled slightly under his breath.

[queen-of-the-junkers]

"How dare ya assume it's a rat.. Oh wait."

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER.”

[fawkes-speaks]

“Wait, it ain’t what ya think.. ya didn’t see anything sheila! Was never here!” The man would proceed to hobble off in a quick pace, giggling.

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

[Continued from here] @fawkes-speaks Very sweet, hm? That did line up with Junkenstein’s own sweet tooth further making him wonder if Hayseed were a type of Rat himself. Something he would need to add to his notes when able to do so. For now though he was going to work on that tea and coffee.  Tilts it’s head one way then the other, the hen watched the odd ‘worm’ wiggle for her attention only to rise back up onto her leg, drawing near and quickly pecked at the squirming digit. A soft clank coming from the contact only for her to cluck and tilt her head again wondering why she had no delicious treat sliding down her gullet. So again she pecked at Hayseed’s finger in rapid session, clucking in annoyance.  How dare this worm be inedible!?  Hearing noise the other hen looked up from her spot only to see the other struggling with something. Curious she rose up from what was to be her roosting spot to beat her wings and join the two on the couch. A soft hop again leading her to climb over the scarecrow’s lap and join in at pecking at his wiggling fingers. “Is everything alright in there?” Doc asked from the kitchen, coffee maker brewing and kettle soon on the stove. “They aren’t bothering you are they?” His white hen soon losing interest in the metal ‘worms’ and turning her attention to the stitching on Hayseed’s arms. Surely smaller prey was easier to consume over the larger ones and thus she began to peck at some stitching, pulling thread back with her dark beak. 

[fawkes-speaks]

Hayseed had kept himself as quiet as he could when the hen started to peck at his finger, seeing the confused look on the bird only caused him to giggle silently as he couldn’t help but smile wide in pure enjoyment from how cute it was to hear his cluck from not being able to eat his finger. This only caused him to wiggle it more at the bird as another jumped up to join in on the pecking of his finger which had him wiggling in excitement, he had never played with a hen before or at least that he could ever recall so he was like a small child all over again.

His head rose up slowly when he heard the doctor speak up and ask if he was alright, giggling out loud as he shouted back towards him so he’d hear. “Yeah mate, they be peckin’ at me finger!! One of em looks annoyed that she can’t eat it, I find it really cute actually. Another jumped up too to join in, they’re so friendly like ya self!”

His attention was drawn back when he noticed one of them moving away from the finger towards his arm, tilting his head as he watched it peck at his stitching and the pulling on it. Hayseed would stare for a moment before looking startled from it, trying to shoo her away some from the string.

“One of em is trying to pull on the thread!! She pulled on it, that’s a bad thing ain’t it?” The creature would frown as he’d try to pet the hen that pulled on the string, not wanting it to be scared or attack him for making it stop from getting at what it wanted. “Sorry little birdy, that ain’t food.. that’s me arm.” He spoke quietly to the bird as he pouted a little towards it, shaking his head no at it while wagging his finger at it via his free hand.

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

[Continued from here] @fawkes-speaks Apparently trying to be assertive was amusing to the other as Krampus was milling about in seemingly lazy delight. The tail flickering similar to a cat. An unfortunate thing seeing as Junkenstein loved animals in general but adored cats.  Having been pulled back into the demon’s side suddenly was sobering in a few ways. Junkenstein was still in potential danger but the words suggested he had become as fun as a mouse to the other. Perhaps a rat would be more fitting as he was trying to stand his ground when cornered. Strange how the other could be so threatening one second and now trying to lure him back out with candies words of showing him how he operated.  “Here I thought you said you were done showing me your secrets.” Was there even a way to goad the goat demon into revealing to him more without further slipping into his clutches? The spot of crimson that was on his side sluggishly growing larger from agitation of fingers, both the doctor’s own and Krampus’ that kept it fresh though he knew he should treat it soon if only to prevent infection. “I am curious but how do you expect me to go along with this and not expect to become a piece in your globe by the end of the night?” The promises of a new couch was unusual though as that thinly suggested they would be around to use it. Even so, surely a miniature one could be put into a snow globe and he hardly fancied selling his soul or anything else for such a thing is that was where this path lead.  “If I had some shred of proof that I truly tickled your fancy as you say, then I would go along willingly to see how you operate. Just what it is you do. What makes the fearsome Krampus tick.” Was that an attempt at flattery? You bet your ass as while Junkenstein himself adored praised, he hoped a hint of it back might help him out of this mess in the end.

[fawkes-speaks]

As he watched the good doctor he would chuckle some to himself with a wicked smile plastered on his face, he was clearly more amused then he truly wanted to lead on but oh well. When the man spoke he would flick his tail more excitedly now rather then an annoyed or dominant position, he had many secrets he was willing to still share if he wanted to know but it was just a matter of how he would get it out of him.

A simple shrug was all he got at first in response to his first question, he had made a point and by all means he could still shove him into a globe at any point in time but he had better ideas for the man before him. Plans that involved him being a play toy for many years to come, maybe even a companion of sorts to communicate with if the doctor was so willing.

“Ya want proof ya say? Knowin’ how me brain works fully, how I tick?” The demon hummed and almost purred from the flattery from the male, knowing very well what he was doing but he enjoyed the praise none the less. His hands would rest on Junkenstein’s shoulders before spinning around and pulling him towards the couch to sit down, patting his head when he forced him to sit only to sit down next to him as he leaned against the man’s shoulders some.

“What do I have ta do ta prove uh? Name it, I’ll do it~” Krampus coo’d near his ear as his tail flopped over the back of the couch slightly while his tail wiggled, giggling lightly under his breath. “As for what makes me fearsome ya say? Well, that is a long history of events honestly mate. I started off as just a normal demon ya know, nothin’ fancy. I only took on the name an such when the fat man became a popular thing ‘round the world~”

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[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

[Continued from here] @fawkes-speaks

How dare this man look at him like a cat who got it’s cream? Did he not realize what he had done? Surely he did and Junkenstein only seemed to be made aware of it when a hand grasped his chin once more. The good doctor standing tall this time, shoulders squared as he was looked over yet again. Krampus’ sharp teeth glinting in the dull light of his home. The sight however was quickly out of Junkenstein’s view when the demon barked into his ear with laughter. A wicked threat was uttered against him and while the words did ring true they were nothing more than fact which was misplaced into a new category for the scientist. Sure Junkenstein should be scared, the rational side of him was still petrified but the piece of him which held his ideals demanded that he stand his ground, death be damned.   Opening his mouth to retort back, the impish creature circled around him only to eventually come to a stop behind him. New promises were made along with a highly peculiar addition. Apparently he was a new play toy in the making in which only the red clad devil was allowed to kick around? Then came the kicker that truly put a pin in Jamison Junkenstein’s anger.  A thank you.  Typically he enjoyed praise and gratitude. This was undeniably a new and odd situation he had now found himself in. Perhaps this had all been a test to see just where his morals lay? “You are welcome.” The words were curt and harsh in tone. “I take it you are now planning to leave since you’ve gotten what you wanted, correct?” Was he implying Krampus should leave? Yes. Would the other do so? That was entirely up to him really. The hot breath in his ear though trying oh so diligently to break his resolve which lead to Junkenstein to dig his fingers into his own side to agitate his own wounds so he would stay livid.

[fawkes-speaks]

Krampus almost coo’d when he heard how short and harsh the man’s words were with him now, the tone was all too pleasing to his ears as he let out a content sigh as he spoke to him. Though when he mentioned getting what he wanted and leaving he let out a snort, a brow raising up slowly as he looked Junkenstein over a few times as if he wasn’t believing what he just heard. A soft huff of hot air once again brushing past the good doctor’s ear before fully pulling away from his face, arms slowly crossing over his own chest as his hoof tapped the floor some.

A small shake of his head as his tail flicked in an annoyed motion like a cat would when toyed with too much, rolling his eyes a little before leaning over to speak up.

“Leave so soon, now what ever do ya mean mate? Do you truly think leavin’ is somethin’ I wish ta do so soon, well then, ya be rudely mistaken. If ya did ya research properly ya would of known that I am not one to leave so quickly once I find somethin’ I loike a lot, ya see, ya caught me eye and tickled my fancy so I think Imma stick round longer.” Krampus lowered his hands as he reached out to grab at the man’s sides roughly due to seeing how he was digging his nails into them, smirking as he tugged him close to himself.

“Wont ya let me play a little longer, I’ll make it worth ya while I’m sure. The fun we could have, play round with others some~” The demon let out a hum as he pressed his forehead against the doctor’s for a moment, the creature was all to energetic and excited to harass the man some more but more so happy with the idea he could possibly have someone admire his work an join in.

“I’ll even let ya see how I do it, show ya some tricks up me sleeves an even the little helpers I have. I’m sure you’d loike em, they are a sight ta see I assure ya~” At this point it didn’t seem like leaving would be an option even if the man tried to force him, he was now making Junkenstein join in on his little games. “Hows that sound uh?” His head twisted around almost unnaturally as he looked back at the couch he had broken, thinking for a moment as his nose scrunched a bit only to face back.

“I’ll even give ya a fancy new couch for the troubles~”

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

[Continued from here] @fawkes-speaks

“Coffee it is then!” perhaps it would be wise to start it off as plain for the other and then let him take a sip of his own doctored beverage to see if their tastes were similar. There was a near fifty fifty chance the scarecrow would like it either way. Perhaps less if he did not enjoy water from before but… Well, best to just run with things and see how they go.

However at the mention of bona Junkenstein had to stop. Hands still on his toolbox having just opened it to look inside and do a quick survey of his equipment needed for fixing up the peg leg. The wooden element was rudimentary and yet stylized in a way that suited Hayseed. The missing limbs lining up with his own giving the doctor more to chew on mentally later. Having a Hog friend though did suggest that the other was possibly a Rat like him. Quite different from his Hayseed. Huh.

“I uh… Have yet to learn how to make that. I need to as Roo and Tick both enjoy it exactly as you described.” An inquisitive tone to his voice as he released the toolbox in favor to cross the room towards the kitchen, passing the couch and sparing a quick scratch to the top of the one hen’s head. A beak pecking at his metal hand only to notice the orange one near her. Head tilting only to peck at the chipped orange paint on one of the digets. “I do have tea though.” Which was usually reserved for if Mako was ever over as he liked a good cup of floural tea over a black coffee if he was not mistaken. “I’ll set up both. Worst case scenario I have coffee for later.” Junkenstein shrugged only to go off into the other room to get both going.

[fawkes-speaks]

Hayseed smiled some as he continued to watch the hen carefully in hopes it was okay with him being so close, raising his head up some to glance over where Junkenstein went as he tilted his head curious when he seemed to stop for a moment via movement which concerned him temporarily but relaxed when he continued what he was doing.

The creature would look confused on who the people were that he mentioned but shrugged it off not wanting to pry into personal business, his gloved hand rose up to tap at his chin though in thought that someone else liked exactly what he did and soon wondered if they were like the both of them. His thought was disturbed when his eyes caught the doctor walking by the hen an himself, eyes going wide in awe as the hen noticed him and pecked at his prosthetic hand.

Small giggles slipped from his lips for a moment before perking up when Junkenstein mentioned making tea as well, nodding some. “Thank ya mate, I know I’ll drink one of em for sure though! Maybe if the coffee has lots of sugar, I loike things sweet, very sweet! If I uh.. am rememberin’ right that is.” The hand that was on his chin a moment again scratched at it lightly as if to ponder on his own memories, sighing some with a shrug as the man had walked out the room.

His fingers would gently wiggle in front of the hen idly as he hummed softly to himself in a rather pleased and content tone for once, finally feeling himself be able to relax some since the whole ordeal started.

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

[Continued from here] @fawkes-speaks An odd clatter on the floor followed by some startled clucking had Junkenstein pause in his travels to go back and investigate. The scene he was met with unusual but only mildly concerning as hens continued to make annoyed noises at having been scared. Each having moved to opposite sides of the room only to come back around slowly, one brave enough to go to the busted peg leg and peck at it curiously. She then seemed to become disinterested as it was not food of some sort.  Apparently now was a good time as any to actually get the tools to fix the intended problem as it had now turned into an issue. “If they come to you, you are more than welcome to try. They aren’t too shy for birds really but they will peck at you at some point. Cheeky little things.”  Doc left the room with that only to go into his lab quickly to grab his tool kit. Meanwhile the white hen and had decided it wanted to be on the couch too. Wings beating fast to help her jump up onto the cushion, nearly crashing into Hayseed before walking over to one corner where she promptly sat down, wings folding in to try roosting again.  “I can put some coffee on if you would like,” Doc spoke up once he returned, shutting the door behind himself, sealing more of the chill back into it as he strode across to the table, sitting his toolbox on it. “I’ll probably do so later anyway if you don’t.” Seeing as he could wait a while for that but he would need some eventually to curb off his want for sleep. 

[fawkes-speaks]

Hayseed just sat there for a moment as he felt bad about startling the hens, his brows rose up as he pouted a little in the pose he still kept himself in. Though his worried expression started to fade as he watched one of them come back to peck at his peg leg that fell off, a small giggle daring to slip out as he watched it for a moment before it seemed bored.

His eyes trailed back up slowly as he heard the doctor speak up to him again, nodding his head some as he seemed to relax his shoulders an raise his head back up with a gentle smile on his face. He was going to open his mouth to say something but the doctor walked out of the room and then suddenly he saw a hen trying to get up on the couch, causing him to hold still as he watched her to make sure he didn’t startle it some how.

A giggle finally slipped out as it ran into him practically, a hand raising up faintly to try and reach out for the hen in hopes to not startle it but also see if she would come closer. His hand twitched some when he suddenly heard Junkenstein speak up, worried he might scare the hen again as he pulled away to look over at him.

“I don’t know if uh.. coffee is somethin’ I loike but I’ll try it!” A hand rose up to his own chin as he tapped it a few times in thought, brows furrowing as he remembered something clearly. “Tea. I love me some tea, boba actually half sweet.” A look of pride crossed his face as he remembered it, watching the doctor once again as he moved around the room. “Thank ya again mate..”

[disgraced-doctor-junkenstein]

[Continued from here] @fawkes-speaks​ Silly little creature? Had Krampus truly just called him that? Surely the demon was right but to the good doctor himself, he clearly did not view himself as silly. He was a man of science. Of truth if you would. Sure, certain things would change as time would progress but that was the beauty of it was that Science would admit when it was wrong and show new results. Unlike most religions or such.  The sound of his couch struggling to keep some of it’s structure however was enough to remind Junkenstein just what he was dealing with. Insulting as the other had been he was still very much a threat even in the German’s home. Even worse was the threat that followed. A verbal reminder that he was just human and Krampus was so much more.  “You want me to tell you who would miss me? So that you can, what? Emotionally blackmail me?” To that Junkenstein scoffed, sitting the plate aside onto a table. The fork briefly clattering against it as he nearly dropped them both down to free his hands. “Have I not been compliant with all your requests this entire encounter? And yet you have the audacity to threaten someone I care about?” Perhaps the doctor was mad to stand his ground so suddenly against the mischievous demon. Though he would be more disappointed in himself if he were to just handover information like that which would lead to the emotional harm of someone he cared for. 

[fawkes-speaks]

The second the demon heard the plate drop down onto a table he found himself grinning more as he seemed to of accomplished what he was aiming for, his tail now swaying rather happily as he listened to the good doctor give attitude an stand up for himself which in return Krampus gave a pleased hum as he spoke. Krampus seemed all too giddy about watching the human get worked up and practically steaming, he could sense it and honestly it impressed him some. A hand rose up to grab at Junkenstein’s chin as claws brushed against him while turning his head side to side to get a good look at his expression, leaning in close as he started to cackle loudly. “Ahh, I just love that expression on ya face! Seein’ a human so worked up about somethin’, standin’ his grands against a creature that could make him disappear in seconds. Excellent~” Quickly he would let go of Junkenstein’s chin as he started to walk around him as he spoke up again, he oddly seemed so casual like he didn’t just threaten him. “You’ll make a good part of my collection when ya time comes, I’ll be sure ta keep ya nice an safe but for now.” He would stop behind the man as his hands pressed against his shoulders for a moment, leaning around him some as he gave a sly smile. “Ya will be a fun playmate.” A hand rose up towards the side of his head to gently stroke his cheek some, humming once again. “I’ll make sure no one harms a single little hair on ya body~”

It now seemed the demon was possessive of the doctor, he liked to collect creatures that impressed him and this man had won a small spot in his darkened heart. “Ya have done a wonderful job, keepin’ a straight face, givin’ me attitude, gifts and food.” Krampus leaned in towards his ear as he spoke two words, words no one got to hear often if ever. “Thank you~”