@sterrenlied || STARTERS 3/3
THERE it was again. That itch. The strange, aggravating sensation that he’d forgotten some vital memories. Painted nails dig into his dirtied scalp, trying desperately to scrounge up everything he could recall. He’s been here before - he’s seen this man as well. But when? Where? Or had it all been some strange and unfortunate coincidence? A dream, perhaps? A story Roadhog had shared that had only just now registered in his mess of a mind?
Whatever the case may be, he’s beyond irritated. Left harboring a minor headache thanks to his frantic attempts at recollecting his thoughts, stumbling forward, quick to cast an accusatory finger and matched with an antagonizing tone towards the “source” of it all.
“ You... ” There’s a moment where he half expects a rough, large hand to press down firmly against his shoulder, holding him back. Urging him to not act out of sheer impulsion. “ ...Th’ hell are you? I’ve got the strangest feeling like we’ve met before. ” ...Wait.
He’s definitely mugged this guy somewhere before.