Jun 1, 2019
@v--iper
“Don’t play dumb, shiela. Ya’ smarter than that. C’mon, I’ll even tell ya’ mine. It’s April 5th, an’ all I want is soon good ol’ bourbon.”
A deep bellied laugh leaves Roadhog.
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@v--iper
“Don’t play dumb, shiela. Ya’ smarter than that. C’mon, I’ll even tell ya’ mine. It’s April 5th, an’ all I want is soon good ol’ bourbon.”
A deep bellied laugh leaves Roadhog.
He’s just going to sit here and brood. Let it be known that he is much, much cleaner than Junkrat. At least he takes baths, Junkrat would rather stay filthy.
-notices ur bulge- owo What's this?
“Take a pic, princess, it’ll last longer.”
A deep chuckle follows.
v--iper replied to your post “-gives the nose of his mask............a s m o o c h-”
"Is...is that some kinda' turnip or somethin'?"
“Yes.”
A pause.
“Reminds me o’ ya’..”
The laughter was cut short as Roadhog's hook caught him around the waist, stopping him in his tracks, and making him fall flat on his face in the dust. "URK- mmph!" Spitting dry sand from his mouth and quite winded, Junkrat pulled out his secret weapon. The big ol' eyes. "Roadie!" he wheezed. "C'mon, mate, you ain't really gonna make me take a bath, are ya? Think of all the good I've done for ya." Of course, 'good' is questionable, unless it means 'caused many a headache and lots of trouble'.
A long pause.
“Hm..”
With a quick tug at the chain, Junkrat is reeled back towards him. Only thing is, Roadhog starts swinging it very hard and suddenly. It sends the Junker literally flying, and where?
Right into the lake.
“Nope.”
"Take a bath? Roadie, I am OFFENDED that'cha would even THINK of subjectin' yer old pal to such a thing!" For a moment, he stands up straight, finger in the air as if about to make a rare, eloquent point. "An' on top'a that - you gotta catch me first!" And he's gone, leaving behind only a cloud of dust and the echoes of demented laughter.
Without even flinching, he tosses out his hook at the other Junker.
“Caught ya’.”
"Oi. Roadie. Whassis about callin' me a pet? I ain't some flea-bitten mutt, ya drongo!" He says as he scritches roughly at his singed hair. And his back. And his shorts. He totally doesn't have fleas. How very dare.
Thanks for proving his point.
“Take a fuckin’ bath.”
-offers hog a single strawberry-
A slow blink.
“Huh. Hadn’t seen those in a’while.”
He gingerly takes it and slides it under his mask. Nom.