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#;; like lightning in a bottle | disgraced doc
fraglaunchingferal · 3 years
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There is a small sealed container left in the open. It appears to be an old lunch box of some kind but the picture was long ago faded by the harsh Aussie sun and wind. Inside, should Roo check, is a cupcake with a note under it. "𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹, 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓁𝓁."
Poor Roo didn't have anyone to help him read the pretty script anymore. That's why he put off eating it for so long. He missed his family... but at least Doc hadn't vanished yet.
Stuffing the stale cake into his mouth, he crept up on Doc, and sprang onto his back to nuzzle his gaunt cheek. Crumbs got everywhere, but getting messy was the price one paid to be close with Roo.
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"Wot's this say?" He waved the note in front of Doc's goggles. "More'a them pretty words ya always write me?" The way the young Rat acted, one would never know how terribly he felt.
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out 💕💕💕 ((I know you already have it but Doc was insistent))
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"Love ye, vati~"
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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"Kiss me if I'm wrong but my goggles are red, right?" Was he just fishing for a kiss and attention? Yes. Shamelessly so.
Were they? Color was subjective, wasn't it? Like... there was no guarantee that two people saw colors the same way, right?
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Roo squints for a very long time before grabbing Doc's cheeks and planting a big smooch on his lips.
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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While Doc has been busy, cleaning up his place, tending to his hens and the more... He needs but a small break. A moment completely dedicated to none other than his Firefly. 
This is why there is a page neatly folded in half and placed under Roo's own fraglauncher. When it might be found in uncertain but perhaps when it is discovered it might be a time in which that Junkroo needs reminding that he is loved.
𝓜𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴
𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓵𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻
𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮
𝓝𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓶𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮
𝓐𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓸 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻’𝓼
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓘𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮
𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓹𝔂𝓻𝓮
𝓔𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓰𝓪𝓼𝓹 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮~
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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A white envelope sealed with a large red heart sticker is slide under the door. Inside is a soft pink card with bold handwriting that reads: 𝓘𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝔁𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻!     
There is a bit of weight to the card that seems strange until it is opened up. The inside of it is lined in red paper with a heart cutout in the middle of it. In it's negative space is a mirror perfectly placed so that Roo will see himself within the heart. 
Above the mirror heart is more writing. 𝓘𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾!
Under the heart it says: 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮'𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂, 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝔂. 𝓔𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼,
𝓙.𝓙.
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Once again, Roo had trouble deciphering the pretty letter, but the heart sticker clued him in that it was something meant to be romantic. This was personal, private. So, he didn't want to go to Hog for help; he wanted to do this himself. It took longer than necessary, but with concentration he parsed through it. Thankfully, his sweet Doccy-woc had used more simplistic language this time.
His reflection lit up in the mirror when he got to it, blush peppering his speckled cheeks. He was so grateful for this silly man. Smiling affectionately at the card, he carefully wrapped it in a spare bit of cloth and stored it in his hip pouch. Time to go find Doc!
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fraglaunchingferal · 5 years
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Doc takes Roo's flesh hand with his own prosthetic one without a word. Roo looks as if he could use another bath really but Doc isn't going to press the matter right now. Instead Junkenstein brushes his thumb over bare knuckles before bringing them up to his mouth for a light kiss.
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A giddy, warm feeling flooded his chest. Doc's civvie tenderness was a breath of fresh air out here. The kisses were embarrassing though-- such an honest display of affection.
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"Ya dunno where tha' hand has been," he joked weakly.
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fraglaunchingferal · 5 years
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"Even think 'bout tha' an' all th' Rats'll form a lynch mob, Doc."
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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"You aren't stupid," Junkenstein protests as he peels and orange. "Stop telling people you are." Breaking up the fruit into segments just barely connected at the bottom, Doc hands the fruit down to Roo.
"I can be."
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He takes the orange and jams as much of it into his mouth as he can. "Plenty gay, at least!"
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fraglaunchingferal · 5 years
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"Your's," Junkenstein spoke though it was difficult to tell if it came out in an accepting or questioning tone. Hands resting loosely over Roo's rear as he stared down at him. One word down. the rest were sure to find their way with time.
"Too roight," he beamed up at him, showing off a mouthful of crooked teeth. "An' I'll blow up any bloke or sheila who thinks'a takin' my property."
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That being said, Roo pressed his face into the lab coat, nuzzling the older man and clinging to him as if his life depended on it.
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fraglaunchingferal · 5 years
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Doc appears behind Roo and wraps his arms tightly around his middle, nearly picking the younger man up as he squeezes him tight, pulling the other closer to himself. A sharp huff of air leaving him just before he nuzzles his face into Roo's neck. "Meins."
His legs kick in surprise when he was lifted but quickly calm at the warm tone. A soft, goofy smile spread over Roo's face as he leaned into the embrace. "You roight cuddly bastard~ Ya alright?"
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As much as he loved the contact, usually people wanted hugs when they were sad, toey, or possessive, right? At least, that was his skewed understanding of loving touches.
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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Intoxicated and stroking one of Roo's prosthetic, Doc mumbled in a sing songy tune. "I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need! I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree~" Doc nuzzles his face into the hard metal as if it were flesh, just desperate to show affection. "I just want Roo for my own, more than Roo could ever know. Make my wish come true! Oh all I want for Christmas is Roo~"
"Ya silly, tit." Roo giggled, ruffling Doc's hair since he was tightly clung to his metal legs.
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"Got anymore'a tha' rum, Doc? I'd love ta get equally pissed, if ye don't mind."
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fraglaunchingferal · 5 years
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A letter that is neatly folded up peeks out from behind one of the pipe bombs on Roo's vest.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓎 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇,
𝒜 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒹𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒.
𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒.
𝒮𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒��𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓈𝒽 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒,
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓊𝑔𝓁𝓎.
𝒲𝑒𝑒𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹, 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔,
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔,
𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒.
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝐼 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊.
𝒜𝓃 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒.
//Submitted by @disgraced-doctor-junkenstein//
It took Roo several long minutes to get through the letter he found on his person. How had it gotten there in the first place? Curious, indeed. Regardless, Roo wasn't the most literate person. Sure, they had taught him to read the bible at the orphanage, but none of it had been in cursive-- that was a whole new level! After asking Prime for some help deciphering the pretty script, Roo sat puzzling over it.
There had been no signature...
However, bachelor buttons... He remembered someone telling him about them once. There had been a conversation about how Roo preferred being compared to something sturdier than a flower, like a cactus or a succulent.
That was it! Junkenstein had said he reminded him of a bachelor button because they were pretty and he liked to... eat them. He giggled at the memory, cheeks lightly flushed. "Sweet, ole bugger," he mumbled, folding the note up and storing it in his hip satchel. He would have to write him one too.
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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Doc grabs Roo by the thick leather straps of his bomb harness with both hands to yank him suddenly against himself. Eyes bright as he looks down at the younger man affectionately. "I have something for you," Junkenstein purrs. It is then he kisses Roo firmly, hands moving from the harness to find lithe hips. A wet pop when they part. "Wait. I messed that up." The good doctor kissing Junkroo again only to get the corner of Roo's mouth. "Oops~ I'm terrible at this. How about you kiss me instead?~"
The agressive way in which Doc pulled him close made Roo think he was about to get his ass kicked. But it was Doc-- there was no way the sweet older man would fight him. What reason would he have to? Still, he flinched until lips covered his own.
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Without missing a beat, not even really registering the other's playful tone, he dove in. The haste made the kiss sloppy, their noses knocking together, but Roo didn't take any mind of it as he indulged the German. Touch was to Roo, like water was to a dehydrated man lost in the desert. He drank up the attention as if he would never see it again.
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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Well this just isn't a fair system because you are clearly a B- all the way to an A+
"Too roight, Doccy-woc! I'm aces! Th' best, a step above th' rest!"
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"Sing King Jamison Fawkes's praise."
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fraglaunchingferal · 4 years
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Warm Hands
𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝔂𝓶𝓫𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓬 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰
𝓐 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓲𝓯𝓮, 𝓪 𝓬𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮
𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 𝓘 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮
𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽
𝓦𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼,
𝓕𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓲𝓷 𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂
𝓘 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓽 𝓼𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼, 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼, 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓼
𝓣𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻
𝓘𝓽’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓼𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓰𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓲𝓽𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓸
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭! 𝓜𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼! 𝓜𝔂 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝔂! 𝓜𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮!
𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼
𝓣𝓸 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮, 𝓽𝓸 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓲𝓽’𝓼 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓽𝓱!
𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓼 𝓲𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓶𝓮
𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓸
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝔂𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽
𝓘𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓾𝓵𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮
𝓢𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓶𝔂 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮
𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓼𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓾𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯
𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓼 𝓘 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓮𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽
Roo sat dumbfounded after Roadhog finished reading him the letter. Of course, he could tell it was Doc's-- that handwriting was so flowery and hard to read, he couldn't mistake it for anyone else's. These poems Junkenstein insisted on writing to him always left him puzzled, yet his belly buzzed with warmth, feeling as if a million fireflies were trying to burst out of him. What imagery...
"Shouldn't stare inta th' sun," he joked as he took back the paper, gaze affectionate as it scanned over the script. "We'd burn extra bright if I lit us on fire. Think Doc would go fa that?"
Roo glanced up from the page, cheesy grin on his face. There was something in the grunt Prime responded with that made Roo picture the mismatched eyes hidden by the mask rolling at his stupidity. That was fine; he was used to it.
On fire together... burned down until their ashes mixed... There was something morbidly romantic about that. Perhaps even a tad poetic? Regardless, he carefully folded the note and tucked it safely within his hip pouch where he was amassing quite a collection of his beloved Doc's love notes.
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fraglaunchingferal · 5 years
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[Continued from here.] @disgraced-doctor-junkenstein
Uh oh... that was a dreaded question. It meant Doc was considering bathing him or forcing him to bathe himself. Hygiene was just such a hassle honestly. Besides, if he cleaned his skin, he would roast in the blazing Outback sun. The layers of ash were like a protective barrier from the harsh UV rays.
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Maybe if he avoided the question, Doc would forget he asked it? "Yer so cheesy! Kinda loike it though. Ya come up wif these lines loike it's a brie-eeze. Real gouda~"
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