It's just like Junkrat to decide that the best place to get snippy with him was in the middle of a mine field.
Once again, the affront seems to come out of nowhere, and yet Roadhog can barely remember the last time they weren't on the same page. He'd struck a nerve he hadn't intended to. Hadn't even known was exposed. For all it irks him, he avoids having to stagger to a stop for a third time, at least.
"...You wanna get tossed?" Roadhog rumbles low, jabbing a thumb at the armed land, as if Junkrat needed some reminding of just how bad that could get. Then his hand swings back into place with a light whap! and tightens around his employer's thigh, because he's not actually going to do that, or let him try to risk hopping and skipping away himself. "Didn't expect it is all."
In space.
In the future.
"Feels like someone's trying to get into my head," Hog clarifies, or tries. "For damn sure didn't know they were holding any kinda giveaway." And he's not going to go make his own, whatever that entails, although it explains how Junkrat's little slice of Oz got to being so accurate. It wasn't just a convenient template someone'd left lying around.
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Once again, the affront seems to come out of nowhere, and yet Roadhog can barely remember the last time they weren't on the same page. He'd struck a nerve he hadn't intended to. Hadn't even known was exposed. For all it irks him, he avoids having to stagger to a stop for a third time, at least.
"...You wanna get tossed?" Roadhog rumbles low, jabbing a thumb at the armed land, as if Junkrat needed some reminding of just how bad that could get. Then his hand swings back into place with a light whap! and tightens around his employer's thigh, because he's not actually going to do that, or let him try to risk hopping and skipping away himself. "Didn't expect it is all."
In space.
In the future.
"Feels like someone's trying to get into my head," Hog clarifies, or tries. "For damn sure didn't know they were holding any kinda giveaway." And he's not going to go make his own, whatever that entails, although it explains how Junkrat's little slice of Oz got to being so accurate. It wasn't just a convenient template someone'd left lying around.