" rat. what're you up to. " not a question, but a demand. whatever it was, it could not be good. rarely was.
He’s trying not to laugh as he waits for someone to open the door, an airhorn positioned just perfect for when the door was opened it would let out quite a surprising blast. He pauses hearing Roadhog suddenly behind him and gave a jump.
‘ Oh, hey, horn prank. Got bored, and I don’t have no more scrap to mess with.” He states, at least not scrap he can access, fuckin yanks making it a rule he cant be in the workshop while they’re in. Bunch of pussy bastards....
What was he talking about again? a slow pause as he glances down then up and over at him, and hugs onto the others arm, grinning bright.
‘ come to cure me boredom, Hog? ’ He coos out kicking his leg and peg.












