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It has always been somewhat difficult to read Roadie’s facial expressions under that infamous mask of his. But being paired with the man for all these years now helped the smaller of the Junkers pick up on signal cues as to when he was expecting to get punched by the larger man or if he had time to run before so.
Despite all of that, Junkrat could not for the life of him figure out what could be going through Roadie’s mind right now. The larger man had caught Rat mid-feeding on a maybe innocent bystander. Junkrat kept his fangs sunk into the unconscious victim’s neck, eyes fixed on those empty eyeholes of Roadhog’s mask. He had no excuse. I dont think “I was thirsty” is gonna work here. So rather than being a logical being who tries to get himself out of his predicament, he takes it in a completely different turn.
Junkrat detaches his fangs from the victim’s neck and holds the figure out to Roadhog. “Want some?”
Junkrat’s eyes trailed down to the blood-stained corpse on the floor and just gave a small shrug, acting as nonchalant as possible. A terrible time to act as such but he knew he was in deep trouble regardless. “Might...be dead...” He replied. “I would check fo’ a pulse but uh...” He rose his red hands in surrender. “Wouldn’ wanna get me hands dirty.” A terribly awkward joke to match the awkward tension of the situation.
As the Doctor asked his question, Junkrat’s head quirked to the side in disbelief. This man just watched a murder and wont SNITCH ON HIM?? And WILL HELP RID OF THE BODY?? One part of the vampire wanted to believe the Doctor’s statement and another part just thought to drain him right there and then. No witness, no problem. But until he decided, he was asked a question and he intended on answering. “Uhhh...” He pulled his eyes away from the corpse and back to the only other living man in the room. “Would ya believe me if I told ya that I was takin’ snake poision outta his...neck?”
fang-tastic
Well this was awkward…
Junkrat looked over to the doctor, blood dripping down his crooked lips and down his jaw. In a flurry of panic, he threw his victim’s corpse to the ground and shot a toothy grin at the other man. “‘S not wha’ it looks like. I promise.” That was the only excuse that came to mind in this panic of his.
He looked down at his own bloodied hands, more of the red liquid just dripping down his chin and to the red stained floor. “Alrigh’ so it might be…a lil’ bit of whatcha thinkin’…”
Junkrat looked over to the doctor, blood dripping down his crooked lips and down his jaw. In a flurry of panic, he threw his victim’s corpse to the ground and shot a toothy grin at the other man. ���‘S not wha’ it looks like. I promise.” That was the only excuse that came to mind in this panic of his.
He looked down at his own bloodied hands, more of the red liquid just dripping down his chin and to the red stained floor. “Alrigh’ so it might be...a lil’ bit of whatcha thinkin’...”