⛄ but also 👤 because ffs rat whats are you wearing
⛄ for my muse to try to convince yours to help build a snowman in the fresh snow
👤to drop a coat on my muse since they seem mighty cold and not dressed properly for the weather.
Rat isn't stupid.
He's excitable as hell, hasty, lacking in common sense sometimes, foolhardy to the point of making the job of being his bodyguard a living nightmare half the time... but he's not stupid.
He knows very well why one can't exactly trust what little snow they'd see in Australia (or it's guessed that he knows, at least), and so Hog can't say he's entirely surprised when the request (also see: demand) for them to go out in the snow is initially denied.(Nevermind that the snow over here in America is decidedly less likely to be deadly. Probably. He'd push one of the other people at this hellhole into the snowdrifts to be sure before either of them touched it, though.)
But just as he has needed to do enough times now that he has long since lost count, Roadhog finds it much easier to just pick Jamison up and carry him (instead of wasting fuck knows how much time arguing with him), and he stops just before the nearest door to the outside land, setting Rat down and adjusting his jacket.
He moves to put on gloves, aiming to tell the other man about the importance of dressing in layers and covering oneself fully when it's this cold outside, that this weather is much more different than what they're used to and you can get sick from being in the cold too long--
--and in the end, he just sighs heavily, glancing out the glass pane on the door and seeing Junkrat trot about in the flurries.
...Shit, he's out there in the freezing cold; He's not dressed properly and he's going to get sick. Fuck fuck fuck his immune system might not handle the shock of a flu well, and--
With enough force to dent one of the doors (he'll apologize to the gorilla later. ...Okay, he won't but it's the thought that counts--), he charges outside, not entirely unlike a raging bull as he effectively bulldozes his way through the snow, Junkrat's high-pitched cackling growing louder as he gets closer.
Hog can hear the hiss as Rat sucks in air and the brief chattering of his teeth as he goes to speak, and it's during one of those inhalations that Mako strikes, having removed his own jacket somewhere along the way, first throwing it over the other man, then holding him still (as much as he can manage anyway) until it's understood that no, this isn't an attack and that yes, this is 'Roadie', being as much of a nag as ever.
"Fuckin' idiot..." he grumbles. "You're gonna die out in this shit if you aren't warm."
As he is steadily becoming more and more aware of the biting cold of winter winds on his skin, he turns back to the building, Rat still in his arms.
'...'ay, wait a minute.... Ain't this yer--'
"--Shut. Up."
He scowls after snapping, letting out an annoyed huff at the 'Ha, I know ya cared about me!' he hears before Rat uses the jacket's material to cover his own face (and then search through what pockets he can find).
