Feb 12, 2018
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“well shoot lil’ lady-- i’m both flattered & confused somebody as young and pretty as you would want a rusty ol’ cowboy like me for a valentine.”
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“well shoot lil’ lady-- i’m both flattered & confused somebody as young and pretty as you would want a rusty ol’ cowboy like me for a valentine.”
“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”
meme i’m too lazy to find
there’s a startlingly loud crash just outside the soldier’s flimsy cover and he flinches. it sounds—- his brow furrows. heavy. big. metal. the meka girl. he grins behind his mask and pushes to his feet. okay, NOW it’s a party.
he spins around the half wall, gun up to his shoulder and already firing in the opposite direction the meka is targeting. the red on his thermal imaging scatters, scrambling for cover of their own, he assumes.
❝ you know– ❞ he calls over the sound of bullets, over the whir of the meka girl’s robot. ❝ i could of handled it on my own. ❞ ( he probably couldn’t. he appreciates the help. meka girl can never know. )
@pixlrabbit
“EXCUSE the questions,” he huffs in amusement. It’s clear he’s already asked plenty, though could he be blamed, or should his curiosity be? “But I don’t believe I’ve asked this one yet... say this conflict ends. And say it ends without any further need for recuperation. Then what? Do you leave MEKA? Or continue what you do best?”
“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”
❛ –– oi ! ❜ he called, hand waving off the woman, ❛ what tongue thing are y’talkin’ about ? ❜ thinking back to the many things he’d done with his tongue. whether menial tasks or other things. all he’d done recently was let his tongue lazily follow his finger as it moved, black streaks along his tastebuds. sure, the ash tasted like –– well –– shit; he couldn’t deny that it was addicting. once more, his tongue peeked from behind his lips, cleaning the charcoal from his fingers. ❛ THAT tongue thing, hana ? ❜ genuinely curious, before realizing the second half of the comment. ❛ attractive, eh ? got a crush on the ol’ junkrat, do ya’ ? ❜ scoffing softly, the edges of his lips curled up into a wicked grin. ❛ can’t blame ya’, honestly. ❜