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He waited patiently for her to reply, in no hurry. It was actually a nice change of pace, to be able to take his time and have a slow paced conversation - if one would call it that, he could still feel just how anxious that girl was. He’d rather not imagine the state of their improvised campsite ( leaving Junkrat in charge of everything never ended well ), instead focusing on his heavy breathing, on the warmth he could feel trickling on his back, on his chest, as the blood from the unfortunate stray junker dripped down his sun burnt skin.
❝An engineer- yeah.❞ That was… a very loose term to describe his boss, amusing enough to got him to snort. But then again… the young Rat could be surprisingly clever at times. Mechs were not anything new around Junkertown- but to say they were anything like what this girl piloted would probably be stupid. Eh, all he wanted was to keep the bomber busy, was it not? With a sigh, he nodded -mostly to himself- turning around to carelessly throw the body on his bike, securing it before turning back to the small mech pilot.
❝C’mon, kid, don’t just stand there.❞ A hand landed on the vandalized side-cart, it’s mismatched smiling eyes gleaming under the scorching sun. He wouldn’t wait all day for her to make a choice. A mech, even ruined, sounded like it might be well worth his time, but if its owner couldn’t decide between taking a risk or just staying there, waiting for death, Hog would definitely move on. ❝Show me where.❞
Never had she faced such a catch-22, but this was no time to be stupid. RESERVATION might save her life, but it could end it just as easily. Hana could only approach this situation with cautious open mindedness. Her guard had to be steel without being so inflexible that she'd end up worse off than before. As of right now her options were limited, the best she could do was put some sort of faith in this behemoth of a man. The terrifying mask was about the only sign of salvation this empty wasteland had for her. He was WILLING and she needed to accept that. Understand it. Do her best to not turn her back to him.
She watched the lifeless body thump against the bike. Sweat beaded down her forehead, her suit sticking uncomfortably to her skin. Everything about this unnerved her to her very core, but Hana wasn't in a position to be picky about help.
❝ I'm not a kid, ❞ was her response as she advanced towards the bike. What a garish and UGLY thing. Who even used wheels these days? Talk about outdated. With a resigned sigh through her nose Hana climbed into the side seat of the bike, feeling incredibly small in the compartment. Clearly it'd been made with someone larger in mind and the pilot almost dreaded to see what sort of folks the giant ran around with. She did her best to get comfortable, but pin prick nerves made it difficult to say the least. ❝ My mech is back in that direction. ❞ Hana gestured toward the general area that she'd come from. ❝ It isn't too far, I don’t think. ❞
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"Here," Hana all but shoved the controller at him, face set in a confident smile as she looked back to the screen. "You need a break so! Break time it is. I hope you're ready to get SCHOOLED old man, 'cus D.Va is bringing her A game. No mercy not even for the elderly!"
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She's been quiet since they returned from their last mission. One that was supposed to be easy. Supposed to be simple. Something she could have handled on her OWN, and yet who in the end had needed to be saved? Who had failed at something so simple and got herself nearly abducted by Talon if her team hadn't been at the top of their game? Hana Stupid Song, that's who.
The pilot had found somewhere quiet to mope, leg drawn tight against her chest as her mind flashed the events again and again in her head. All the things she'd done wrong. All the mistakes she made. To be to utterly helpless had been... horrible. Humiliating.
She heard soft footsteps and glanced to the room's entrance, observing as one Angela Ziegler stepped into the room. Hana huffed and tried to make herself even smaller, looking pointedly out the window once more. "Hey, I'm brooding here. Go away." She wasn’t in the mood for a pep talk.
“ Makeup whiskers? Nuh-uh. This is WAR PAINT!”
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His fingers barely had time to wiggle impatiently that for once, Hana made herself be useful and helped him back up ( a strange view that was, with him just so much taller than her, but they made it ). Quiet laughter still escaped between his tightly shut teeth as he grinned, his shaking now back to being barely noticeable, as usual. Now he just looked like the dustiest and most deformed flamingo in existence, could have been worse.
Nods accompanied her words, his eyes shifting to turn his grin into SMUGNESS, a brow lifting as he crossed his arms, which turned out harder to do while balancing on one leg. Of course he did! Glad to know that it only took him rebuilding a mech from almost NOTHING to have her realize he had some real potential.
❝OF COURSE, it was still the only one I ever made, broke all the time but y’know how it is, I loved that bloody thing, what can I say, ‘m a big sensitive soul. Sweet mother always said this would make things just so much more PAINFUL.❞ A sigh, almost as if he truly mourned his loss, then a fit of giggles. ❝New leg comin’ in a tick, ain’t that right Ho-❞
He was mid turn, arms already extended to motion at his bodyguard, when he froze, only his eyes still moving, side to side hurriedly. Huh, he always thought it would be impossible to lose that fat pig and yet here they were… Since when where they so far from… everything? Arms limply falling to remain at his sides, he glanced at the small korean, then down at his feet… err… foot. This wouldn’t be as easy as he thought.
❝Where did he go, THIS TIME?❞
As soon as he was on his feet --- foot --- Hana released him, even if manners might dictate allowing him to use her as a crutch or something. That'd require further contact with him which was pretty far on the bottom of the 'things Hana Song would like to deal with on this day' list. Arms crossed, brow knit tight in frustration as she REFUSED to be worried for him. It was his fault in the first place, getting on her nerves, challenging her like that, living in Australia where big dogs stole body parts. Who was to say it wouldn't have run up and gnawed his leg off all on it's own and Hana had actually spared him that distress?
Okay, so she was just trying to justify things for herself.
"Maybe you should have invested in a backup leg or two." That, of course, would have required critical thinking for the future, something Junkrat seemed severely lacking in. Impulsive to all hell, even if he had considered it surely it would have been forgotten. Considering how fast he switched from lamenting to go-getting that much was obvious ( to think that he had a mother and hadn't just popped out of the sand like that). The man had a ten track mind. She sighed, ready to put this spectacular failure of a day behind her, but trouble was brewing.
They were alone. No signs of Roadhog to be found, which was saying something as a man like that was easily spotted from a mile away. Just how had they managed to LOSE him? Childish fighting had taken up the forefront of her thoughts, unaware of where they'd even been headed and totally oblivious to the loss of their third party member.
"He's got to be around somewhere..." She didn't sound all that confident, features tight with worry and a fluctuation of anxiety at the loss of arguably the one thing keeping her truly safe in this hellscape of a place. Not to mention the prospect of being ALONE with Junkrat for an even longer period of time. A legless Junkrat. Who was legless because of her. Hana tried to hide her growing distress. "I bet he just... just went to the bathroom! I'm sure he'll catch up to us in no time."
( ♚ ) Hues observe the other as her hand extends outward holding a small bag of chips. Not that Ichigo would never partake in the snack, but rather, he did not feel the craving. ❝ Ehh, no thanks, not really that huge into junk food. ❞ / @mechfighter
Brow raised, head canting a fraction as her generous offer was REFUSED, politely, but still. "Suit yourself, must be sad being a person with no tastes," Hana teased. “If you don't like junk food what do you snack on?"
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fantasy where hana has a giant bunny war mount super hero where hana built her mech herself and goes to fight crime in it while trying to live a normal life in the day kumiho bcus who doesnt love some tricky foxes
“ Makeup whiskers? Nuh-uh. This is WAR PAINT!”
hana: i am a sensible and well rounded adult who can take care of myself and make proper decisions
also hana: *pulls off junkrats leg and throws it to a dingo*
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❝ Hey, little muffin, how ‘bout you and me go for a moonlight ride? ❞
SCOOBY - DOO SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting
Hana scrunched up her nose as she STARED the woman down, cheeks puffing out petulantly. Her mech had come to a screeching halt in the middle of boosting and now she knew why --- who the culprit had been. With an agitated move she jerked the joystick, the large canon of her mech trying to bat the woman away and okay so MAYBE it was a little flustering, but she wasn't about to let that get the better of her.
" How about you leave my things alone? And I’m not your muffin! "
