"Hhhf--!" That thrust effectively silences, at least temporarily, whatever complaints Jamison was about to give voice to-- instead he just lets his head tip back against the tire, the muscles of his stomach wound almost painfully tight as his body pushes back against Zenyatta, a silent demand for more. And then he tries to speak, though he remains where he is-- head tipped back, eyes closed, for the time being. "Hh, heh, mmh... y-yeah, 'bout time y'said somethin' reasonable..."
Though his voice is utterly breathless, it's clear he's trying another approach-- deflect the Omnic's attempts to win him over with compliments by obnoxiously accepting them, rather than shooting them down entirely.
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Date: 2017-01-11 09:04 pm (UTC)Though his voice is utterly breathless, it's clear he's trying another approach-- deflect the Omnic's attempts to win him over with compliments by obnoxiously accepting them, rather than shooting them down entirely.