[He'd never really expected much to come out of this, which is why he played half-assed hardball when their agreement had come to an end. She'd been satisfied with his work, which meant that he had nothing to lose and everything to gain, even if it was a couple of laughs.
This woman was something else. She carried herself like she walked on air, played by her own rules, destroyed both suits and omnics from the inside out - how could Junkrat not end up head over heels for her?
Don't call me. I'll call you. Sure--he'd heard that one, a dozen times before. One of the better outcomes, if he's to be honest, because most didn't even give him the chance to daydream and wonder wouldn't it be crazy if they actually did?
Which is good, because frankly, the distance sucked. It was for the best for both of them; they worked with totally different methods, and it could end disastrously if things weren't meticulously thought out beforehand. It stung him pretty bad - but on the other hand, there's some saying about distance making the heart grow fonder...
Roadhog is starting to think that saying has some merit, as he looks over towards his boss as they stand, alone, on an empty landing strip of an independent contractor. Junkrat is grinning and twitching delightedly as if he's about to set off the biggest explosion of his life, but there are no such plans to greet the biplane on the horizon in such a way. He's cleaned himself up, a bit, but under this sweltering Australian heat, it's kind of a moot point.
The hired muscle grunts out a sigh and adjusts his posture. Hopefully they don't make this too long of an affair, he'd rather get home sooner than later.]
anarchists!!
This woman was something else. She carried herself like she walked on air, played by her own rules, destroyed both suits and omnics from the inside out - how could Junkrat not end up head over heels for her?
Don't call me. I'll call you. Sure--he'd heard that one, a dozen times before. One of the better outcomes, if he's to be honest, because most didn't even give him the chance to daydream and wonder wouldn't it be crazy if they actually did?
So imagine his shock when Sombra changed things up. Well, it wasn't a call, it was a text, and not through a channel that he'd given her for business contacts. An encryption algorithm made specifically for the two of them - it took Junkrat a while to get a handle on it, as software isn't really his forté, but he's a quick enough learner. From there, things developed...well...naturally, to the point that Junkrat didn't care if she was only doing this to manipulate him in some way. Roadhog (or anyone else for that matter) certainly wasn't giving the mentally stimulating conversation that she could--current events, subterfuge strategies, dumb shit celebrities (and politicians) do, what the latest runway displays totally wrecked house, cute animal videos - nothing was off-limits.
Which is good, because frankly, the distance sucked. It was for the best for both of them; they worked with totally different methods, and it could end disastrously if things weren't meticulously thought out beforehand. It stung him pretty bad - but on the other hand, there's some saying about distance making the heart grow fonder...
Roadhog is starting to think that saying has some merit, as he looks over towards his boss as they stand, alone, on an empty landing strip of an independent contractor. Junkrat is grinning and twitching delightedly as if he's about to set off the biggest explosion of his life, but there are no such plans to greet the biplane on the horizon in such a way. He's cleaned himself up, a bit, but under this sweltering Australian heat, it's kind of a moot point.
The hired muscle grunts out a sigh and adjusts his posture. Hopefully they don't make this too long of an affair, he'd rather get home sooner than later.]