Bunt!
Send “bunt” for your muse to gently headbutt my muse like a cat!

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Bunt!
Send “bunt” for your muse to gently headbutt my muse like a cat!
idk wtf this meme is but bunt??
...Alright so, it isn’t... unexpected. Or really even unwelcome. It is kind of unnerving, because Sombra doesn’t just... bump you like that when she’s sober. Still, he’ll lift up a blurry hand to pat her before realizing two things.
One. They’re in the same bed.
Two. They’re naked.
“...Fuckin’...”
Aw hell. He’ll just hug her anyway. He’s too tired right now to be squeamish of the way her tits... okay maybe not too tired.
“...roll over so I don’t got t’ get outta bed’n lemme snuggle ya.”
bunt~ - reyes-is-dead (the Reaper)
He’s going to look at Reaper, a slightly confused expression on his face, but hell, why not. He’ll bump his head right back against him. Like they’re playing some weird version of pong where their bodies are the paddles and their heads are the balls.
Or maybe more like croquet, bouncing off each other.
...he’s never played croquet to know if that’s even an accurate description.
Either way, he... doesn’t mind it. Finds it... endearing, really. Not that he’s sure of the motivation behind it, but... well... things come and go, with them. This won’t be any different, he’s sure. He’ll just enjoy this as he can.
bunt
He was drunk.
He had to be.
Or maybe... maybe she was drunk? Fucking hell, maybe they were both drunk. That would maybe explain why Widowmaker of all people was headbutting him. Gently! No guns involved even!
Jesse wasn’t sure if he wanted to call Sombra to come get her or if he wanted to back away.
Shit, right, drunk. Not so much backing away then. He’ll just... clear his throat.
“...what’re ya doin’.”