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hyperionmistake replied to your post: Junkrat just straightup silently judging...
“ROBOTS NEED LOVE TOO, BUDDY.”
“Ya’ not an omnic, ya’ can have lotsa’ love, Claptrap.” And he patted the little bot on the head. “Now fetch me a beer, please.”
He normally didn't let people SIT on him-- let alone RIDE. But Hannah was small. And she was really nice to him. So he didn't mind at all-- rolling around with her on top, trying his best to avoid tripping so she wouldn't get hurt. Finally! Someone LIKED him! He really didn't want to mess this up.
While her father was wary of Claptrap he knew they’d been discontinued by Hyperion. He had no affiliation with them and with strict rules that she wasn’t to wander off anywhere hazardous he allowed her to hang out with the odd little robot/
Considering Hannah herself had no friends Claptrap was fun to hang around with, yes he was cocky, overconfident and never shut up but Hannah didn’t mind.
@hyperionmistake S.C.
“LOOKS LIKE WE GOT OURSELVES A WINNER.”
Most vault hunters would find the discovery of a luminous shape quite a disappointment of a reward, but honestly? Their loss! You didn’t just up and leave his prison realm just because he wasn’t a hoard of loot! No, no, no, he was far more than that!
“FRAGTRAP, I PRESUME?”
“ W-wo-woah!! WAIT!! STOP!! “
He’s already getting out of breath, a hand clutching across the black robes covering his chest. Wheezing his running steps slow down, free hand reaching out helplessly in the wake of the zooming little robot he was tasked to keep an eye on-- while it was captured in the halls of the Castle that Never Was. Unfortunately for Demyx, the bot wanted OUT. “ L-lets just-- take a break from this--- game of-- trying to leave! Can’t we? Please!?? I’m asking nicely!! Let’s play something else! I can steal a pack of cards from Luxord’s room! I play a mean go fish!! “
⊰ – STARTERS // ACCEPTING. @hyperionmistake
♬ = singing to them . MORE DUBSTEP
EMOTICONS || @hyperionmistake
THANKS. HE HATES IT. It doesn’t seem to matter HOW HE ATTEMPTS to deter the machine from coexisting in the same vicinity as him. THEY JUST KEEP COMING BACK. He sighed with a great burden, pinching the bridge of his nose as he simply tries to drown out the annoying mechanical jibberish emitting from Claptrap.
Is he dancing on Jack's grave? Yes he is-- and he's making the LOUDEST dubstep noises that he possibly can.
Now how long should he stand back and let this nuisance run his victory lap? Five minutes had already elapsed... could he bare to go another five? Or ten? He might no longer be of flesh and bone, or even the same man whose remains the arid earth had reclaimed, but ‘Jack’ could only withstand such a heckling for so long. At least he’d get a kick out of his reaction.
“HEY! Knock that off, would ya?” Voice loud, though filtered in a way that made it obvious he was a digitised reproduction of the (deceased) genuine article, ‘Jack’’s transparent form flickered briefly, but then settled again as he folded his arms in front of his chest. Overall, his posture had the cast of a man playing defence, rather than that of a king dethroned.
“I don’t know how you’re still functioning--” A brief memory check affirms the real him had tried to dispose of this Claptrap unit after acquiring the H-Source “--but I guess this is karma at work, huh?”
🥃 "WANNA HEAR THE LATEST DUBSTEP SONG I WROTE?"
Answer or take a shot! | Accepting
【 🎩 】 — “ No. ”
…That… Technically counts?
"WANNA HEAR THE LATEST DUBSTEP SONG I WROTE? UHNTS UHNTS UHTS WUB WUB WUB UHNTS UHNTS UHHNTS--"
“ Man that’s got a good beat to it little tin man. Lemme ask you, which do you prefer? More dub? Or more wub? “
