It's not until the tea has been boiled and currently steeping before Junkrat bursts into the front door, quite literally -- it slams against the wall, recoils, and as Junkrat passes through the threshold it slowly swings back to being closed. He yawns widely, loudly, tears forming at the farther corners of his eyes as the door clicks shut, and it becomes quickly obvious that he doesn't realize Marjara is sitting right next to him as he walks right on by.
"Holy dooley. I know I've went off on these things before but I really cannot express how much these classes are a fat lot of pissin' in the wind," he starts, shrugging off his jacket as he limps towards his workbench. "Reckon I'll learn how ta sleep standin' up faster than anythin' else at this rate. Everything's all--"
He hangs up his jacket on a hook and gesticulates wildly.
"Don't go over there Junkrat. No, Junkrat, we need you to focus. The simulation isn't able to do that, Junkrat. Chroist, it's like, who gave the deso the power ta make the rules?"
Reaching behind himself, he pulls off the yellow skin-tight crop top and throws it over the back of his chair.
"Oi, you makin' a cuppa, mate? Pour us a spot, will ya?"
Junkrat places a hand on the corner of his bench to lean forward and kick up his full leg to reach back and unbuckle his boot, taking it by the heel and pulling it off, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. He goes for the belt buckle around his hips next.
"I know these classes are mandatory but I'm tellin' ya, I'm one snooze cruise from chuckin' a permanent sickie and if I'm gonna cark it on some other planet I'll just chalk it up ta occupational hazard. It'll be way better than bein' bored enough ta wrap me laughin' gear around a firecracker and lightin' up--"
He turns around so that he doesn't whack his head against his workbench, and it's only when he gets his waistband around his knee and knee analogue does he realize that Marjara is sitting there, witnessing his rant. Said rant comes to a screeching halt as he stares at her like a dingo in headlights, and it takes a couple of seconds for his brain to catch up with what he's seeing.
"Oh!"
Junkrat stands back up, pulling his pants back up with him and closing his belt around his hips once again. A bright grin is on his face now, as if he hadn't been ropeable just a split second ago.
"Roadie! Why didn't ya tell me we had a guest?"
The answer to that question is because you didn't allow for a word in edge-wise. He limps back over to the chair, throwing an arm over the back of it.
"G'day mate! I take it yer here ta check out the prototypes I made?"
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"Holy dooley. I know I've went off on these things before but I really cannot express how much these classes are a fat lot of pissin' in the wind," he starts, shrugging off his jacket as he limps towards his workbench. "Reckon I'll learn how ta sleep standin' up faster than anythin' else at this rate. Everything's all--"
He hangs up his jacket on a hook and gesticulates wildly.
"Don't go over there Junkrat. No, Junkrat, we need you to focus. The simulation isn't able to do that, Junkrat. Chroist, it's like, who gave the deso the power ta make the rules?"
Reaching behind himself, he pulls off the yellow skin-tight crop top and throws it over the back of his chair.
"Oi, you makin' a cuppa, mate? Pour us a spot, will ya?"
Junkrat places a hand on the corner of his bench to lean forward and kick up his full leg to reach back and unbuckle his boot, taking it by the heel and pulling it off, letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor. He goes for the belt buckle around his hips next.
"I know these classes are mandatory but I'm tellin' ya, I'm one snooze cruise from chuckin' a permanent sickie and if I'm gonna cark it on some other planet I'll just chalk it up ta occupational hazard. It'll be way better than bein' bored enough ta wrap me laughin' gear around a firecracker and lightin' up--"
He turns around so that he doesn't whack his head against his workbench, and it's only when he gets his waistband around his knee and knee analogue does he realize that Marjara is sitting there, witnessing his rant. Said rant comes to a screeching halt as he stares at her like a dingo in headlights, and it takes a couple of seconds for his brain to catch up with what he's seeing.
"Oh!"
Junkrat stands back up, pulling his pants back up with him and closing his belt around his hips once again. A bright grin is on his face now, as if he hadn't been ropeable just a split second ago.
"Roadie! Why didn't ya tell me we had a guest?"
The answer to that question is because you didn't allow for a word in edge-wise. He limps back over to the chair, throwing an arm over the back of it.
"G'day mate! I take it yer here ta check out the prototypes I made?"