Roadhog swallows heavily, and Junkrat's enthusiasm carries on to mask the ungainly sound of Hog licking his chops, just like a starved dog staring at a packed table— except the table's so far off he can't even see it yet. It's just a daydream, covered from end to end in all of his favorite things; the little shit knew exactly what he liked and how to cook it better than him.
Suddenly, the hand that's been keeping Junkrat secure begins rolling him over by the waist. Though, rather than simply letting him back down like he should, Roadhog maintains a light grip, steadying Rat so he could climb into a more comfortable position if he preferred. The scenery kept on changing, but this at least was familiar.
"They still do dairy?" He doesn't say ice cream, but what he means is ice cream, first and foremost.
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Roadhog swallows heavily, and Junkrat's enthusiasm carries on to mask the ungainly sound of Hog licking his chops, just like a starved dog staring at a packed table— except the table's so far off he can't even see it yet. It's just a daydream, covered from end to end in all of his favorite things; the little shit knew exactly what he liked and how to cook it better than him.
Suddenly, the hand that's been keeping Junkrat secure begins rolling him over by the waist. Though, rather than simply letting him back down like he should, Roadhog maintains a light grip, steadying Rat so he could climb into a more comfortable position if he preferred. The scenery kept on changing, but this at least was familiar.
"They still do dairy?" He doesn't say ice cream, but what he means is ice cream, first and foremost.