Roadhog has room to spare after tucking away the second sandwich. He always has room. But he's not planning on asking for thirds tonight, with drowsiness finally starting to edge out the (considerable) desire to continue indulging on Rat's cooking. He's yawning with teeth and gums, like some tired beast out in the wild, when Junkrat unexpectedly lowers the dessert into his direct line of sight.
Roadhog does a double-take--up at Junkrat, not at the plate--before accepting this last and final offering. He opts to go for the strawberry first, and the entire time he's sampling his first bite he emits a pleased hum through the lump of ice cream dissolving in his mouth.
He can't attack it like he did the sandwiches, not if he wants to avoid brain-freeze, but it's still a race that Roadhog has no trouble winning against the tepid Australian night. Once he finishes, instead of handing Junkrat back a hubcap covered in sticky residue, Roadhog clambers to his feet and starts heading up the steps to Junkrat's camper. As he does, he forks over a grin.
"You were right."
...
"Preciate it."
Then, Hog ducks inside and keeps on ducking, with little other choice than to stay bowed at the neck, singed ponytail bending and trailing along the ceiling. The benefit of such a claustrophobic space is that it doesn't take long to find where Junkrat washes up his cutlery, get the water blasting, and start hosing off his 'plate' with the pullout faucet.
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Roadhog does a double-take--up at Junkrat, not at the plate--before accepting this last and final offering. He opts to go for the strawberry first, and the entire time he's sampling his first bite he emits a pleased hum through the lump of ice cream dissolving in his mouth.
He can't attack it like he did the sandwiches, not if he wants to avoid brain-freeze, but it's still a race that Roadhog has no trouble winning against the tepid Australian night. Once he finishes, instead of handing Junkrat back a hubcap covered in sticky residue, Roadhog clambers to his feet and starts heading up the steps to Junkrat's camper. As he does, he forks over a grin.
"You were right."
...
"Preciate it."
Then, Hog ducks inside and keeps on ducking, with little other choice than to stay bowed at the neck, singed ponytail bending and trailing along the ceiling. The benefit of such a claustrophobic space is that it doesn't take long to find where Junkrat washes up his cutlery, get the water blasting, and start hosing off his 'plate' with the pullout faucet.