There had been bets taken on how long they would last, Mako and Jamison- Roadhog and Junkrat, people murmured, but using those names now that they were officially part of Overwatch seemed wrong to Zenyatta. Regardless of how distant the pair seemed, regardless of the less than pleasant circumstances of their induction, they are now a team. First names, real names, should pass between them as easily as any other words.
Not that, he supposes, the conversations he's had with Jamie have been particularly easy, or even what he'd qualify as conversations. By turns rude, mocking and outright aggressive, Jamie has done an excellent job of shutting down every possible opening Zenyatta makes without crossing the line into violence- even if he's obviously itching to pull that particular trigger. And Zenyatta's been trying to make openings whenever he can. Zarya's distrust has melted over time, and even Torbjörn seems to look upon him with a certain respect these days, but Jamieson Fawkes is a singularly stubborn individual. Certainly, he can understand why. But...
It's late. They've spent the better part of three days chasing Blackwatch agents out of the area, and every one of them is exhausted; Zenyatta can feel his joints protesting, loose and overworked, his processors clogged with excess memory just waiting to be purged. Maybe that's why he finds his mind turning the events of the day over and over again in his mind like a precious stone, and it's Jamison and his manic grin that he finds winking back at him. He'd refused healing three times today alone. More than that, Zenyatta could have sworn that a few of those grenades were launched in his direction.
This time, against all logic, Zenyatta does not resist the pull of his instincts. He moves softly, stepless, to the room in which he knows he will find Junkrat, surrounded by traps and bombs and scrap, and knocks three times.
Do not play games with me, junker! What did you do to the plant?! [Hanzo glared daggers, almost looking angry enough that his tattoo would start glowing. Almost.] I did not think you capable of it does not involve explosives!
gettin all transcendent up in hurr
Not that, he supposes, the conversations he's had with Jamie have been particularly easy, or even what he'd qualify as conversations. By turns rude, mocking and outright aggressive, Jamie has done an excellent job of shutting down every possible opening Zenyatta makes without crossing the line into violence- even if he's obviously itching to pull that particular trigger. And Zenyatta's been trying to make openings whenever he can. Zarya's distrust has melted over time, and even Torbjörn seems to look upon him with a certain respect these days, but Jamieson Fawkes is a singularly stubborn individual. Certainly, he can understand why. But...
It's late. They've spent the better part of three days chasing Blackwatch agents out of the area, and every one of them is exhausted; Zenyatta can feel his joints protesting, loose and overworked, his processors clogged with excess memory just waiting to be purged. Maybe that's why he finds his mind turning the events of the day over and over again in his mind like a precious stone, and it's Jamison and his manic grin that he finds winking back at him. He'd refused healing three times today alone. More than that, Zenyatta could have sworn that a few of those grenades were launched in his direction.
This time, against all logic, Zenyatta does not resist the pull of his instincts. He moves softly, stepless, to the room in which he knows he will find Junkrat, surrounded by traps and bombs and scrap, and knocks three times.
junkrat does not want to transcend pls go
no no it's nice you'll like it
NOPE.AVI
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here we go. gay chicken begins now.
you have picked the wrong opponent junkrat
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A Very Late Mistletoe
LMFAO IT'S FINE
for tekhartha
Re: for tekhartha
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SEXTING STOLEN FROM THE SEXTING MEME FOR ZENYATTA
there's no context given. just an extremely nfsw photograph.]
jamie you are a blessing
don't encourage him
zenyatta only knows how to encourage
why...
because he is the worst as well as the best
FAIR ENOUGH
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[tfln]
well
it would definitely be a new experience.
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I'm mobile sorry
and i am stupidly slow, so i am sorry, too.
BUDDY, PAL, I AM THE SLOW ONE HERE
lies and slander