Junkrat is, indeed, currently sitting amongst a pile of parts, a half-assembled mine in front of him. He's currently attempting to solder some wiring--
-- and then someone knocks at his door, and he jumps half-out of his skin, throwing the chunk of mine across the room. Fortunately, he hasn't yet set it up to be live, so it bounces harmlessly against the floor, but just that is enough to earn a muffled scream of rage from him.
"I'm tryin' ta build bombs in here, ya drongo! Watch out who you interrupt after hours!" He picks himself up, stomping over to the door, his peg digging angry scuffs into the floor; he throws the door open with a bang, opens his mouth to say more--
... and then he stops, fiery eyes narrowing dangerously.
"What the fuck are you doin' here?! 'Cause I sure don't remember requestin' anymore scrap for the pile just yet!"
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junkrat does not want to transcend pls go
Date: 2016-11-21 11:49 pm (UTC)-- and then someone knocks at his door, and he jumps half-out of his skin, throwing the chunk of mine across the room. Fortunately, he hasn't yet set it up to be live, so it bounces harmlessly against the floor, but just that is enough to earn a muffled scream of rage from him.
"I'm tryin' ta build bombs in here, ya drongo! Watch out who you interrupt after hours!" He picks himself up, stomping over to the door, his peg digging angry scuffs into the floor; he throws the door open with a bang, opens his mouth to say more--
... and then he stops, fiery eyes narrowing dangerously.
"What the fuck are you doin' here?! 'Cause I sure don't remember requestin' anymore scrap for the pile just yet!"