Junkrat takes the invitation to slip off of Roadhog's shoulder, planting one foot and peg firmly on the ground.
"Mmh."
The missing scrap gun is pretty obvious. It's a hard weapon to hide without trying to disguise it. "Gun's easy to replace--will need ta make somethin' compatible with the--" air quotes "kid-friendly shite they want us ta use, but they give us an unlimited supply of it. Hogdrogen--"
So much for hoping Hog would show up with a few canisters that Rat can bum a whiff when the nausea gets bad enough that he can't eat.
"...harder ta replace, but at least we've got access ta decent medical care here."
At least, that's where he's gone when anything came up that he couldn't handle on his own. There's a beat where Junkrat watches Roadhog slide down the side of his camper, then looks over to the lawn chairs, then back at Roadhog, but instead of saying anything he just gives a shrug to himself. Big guy gets to do whatever he wants, sit wherever he wants.
"I'm gonna go change inta somethin' more comfortable and then we'll see about gettin' ya fed."
With that, he disappears into the camper and is only gone for a few minutes. Admittedly, the thing that takes the longest is trying to figure out what he wants to make, something to introduce to Roadhog as pretty exemplary of what he has to work with around here.
He comes out with a tray of food, having to use both hands to balance exactly the amount of food you'd think that Roadhog needs in order to fill his stomach. His Legion colors have been traded in for a pair of tennis shorts and a high-top sneaker, but the gold ring with a lapis lazuli stone hasn't gone anywhere.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he starts back up as he sets out the food and fires up the barbie. "I can make any container hold an infinite number of stuff, provided I can get it inta the thing ta begin with. That's what I've been able ta do since getting here."
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"Mmh."
The missing scrap gun is pretty obvious. It's a hard weapon to hide without trying to disguise it. "Gun's easy to replace--will need ta make somethin' compatible with the--" air quotes "kid-friendly shite they want us ta use, but they give us an unlimited supply of it. Hogdrogen--"
So much for hoping Hog would show up with a few canisters that Rat can bum a whiff when the nausea gets bad enough that he can't eat.
"...harder ta replace, but at least we've got access ta decent medical care here."
At least, that's where he's gone when anything came up that he couldn't handle on his own. There's a beat where Junkrat watches Roadhog slide down the side of his camper, then looks over to the lawn chairs, then back at Roadhog, but instead of saying anything he just gives a shrug to himself. Big guy gets to do whatever he wants, sit wherever he wants.
"I'm gonna go change inta somethin' more comfortable and then we'll see about gettin' ya fed."
With that, he disappears into the camper and is only gone for a few minutes. Admittedly, the thing that takes the longest is trying to figure out what he wants to make, something to introduce to Roadhog as pretty exemplary of what he has to work with around here.
He comes out with a tray of food, having to use both hands to balance exactly the amount of food you'd think that Roadhog needs in order to fill his stomach. His Legion colors have been traded in for a pair of tennis shorts and a high-top sneaker, but the gold ring with a lapis lazuli stone hasn't gone anywhere.
"Oh, I almost forgot," he starts back up as he sets out the food and fires up the barbie. "I can make any container hold an infinite number of stuff, provided I can get it inta the thing ta begin with. That's what I've been able ta do since getting here."