@climafroze​　　 ——— —　unprompted　.

smoke　billows　&.　coils　from　the　𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥　𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴　of　the　junker’s　hunched　figure;　　he　breathes　low,　𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲,　the　trickle　of　rust—flavored　ichor　staining　the　cigarette　hanging　𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺　from　his　maw.　　　there’s　an　𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲　𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞　surrounding　him,　eyes　set　on　the　horizon　of　gibraltar;　　until　a　stir　behind　jamison　causes　the　𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬　𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭　to　snap　out　of　his　trance.

“　　eh?　　”　　　his　prosthetic　reaches　for　the　cig　in　his　lips,　the　𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝　𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦　of　his　other　hand　smudging　the　blood　trailing　from　his　nose　　———　—　　a　quirk　of　his　brow　signifying　the　start　of　his　𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨　𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦,　a　short　fuse　being　one　of　jamison’s　shining　virtues.　　　“　what’dya　want?　　i’m　fuckin’　busy.　”

mei approached the door to the balcony, letting it open up to the sight of a certain blond haired junker hunkered over the edge. immediately her senses were overwhelmed with the smell of tobacco and burning hair. a smell she always expected and was consistently put off by. it certainly didn’t help that she already wasn’t in a particularly great mood due to said certain someone’s antics.

she scoffed and rolled her eyes at his more than clearly annoyed tone. like he had the right.

“ sure , busy. yeah right. ” she huffed, and took a step closer, grimacing as the stench hanging around junkrat became just a little more prominent, “ busy with what? stealing other people’s food? ”

she crossed her arms across her chest, glaring at his back, hoping he’d get the hint and turn around to actually face her.

𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒    𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓    𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖.      junkertown’s  secrets  were  extremely  well  -  kept,    𝘗𝘜𝘉𝘓𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠    didn’t  mix  well  with  their    𝘔𝘌𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘋𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠.      what  jamison    𝘏𝘈𝘋    𝘚𝘌𝘌𝘕    of  the  outside  world’s  relationship  with  the  junkers    …    𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘕'𝘛    𝘉𝘌𝘌𝘕    𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘌.      maybe  he    &.    roadhog  had  influenced  that.      (      THEY’D    GIVEN    THOSE    MEDIA  -  NUTS    ENOUGH    FOOTAGE    TO    LAST    YEARS.      )      still,    was  he  about  to    𝘌𝘟𝘜𝘋𝘌    𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘈𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚    while  fixing  up  the  monitor  ?      no.      if  mei  wanted  to  know  more,    𝘚𝘏𝘌'𝘋    𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘌    𝘛𝘖    𝘏𝘐𝘔.      after  all,    he  was  a    𝘕𝘖    𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋    𝘉𝘜𝘓𝘓𝘠,    right  ?

‘    mm.      well,    ’      there  they  go    —    𝘊𝘖𝘎𝘚    𝘖𝘍    𝘏𝘐𝘚    𝘉𝘙𝘈𝘐𝘕    spinning,    reading  every  little  piece  of  his  next  words.    𝘑𝘜𝘕𝘒𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘖𝘞𝘕    was  a  touchy  subject,    to  say  the  least.      jamison  fiddles  with  a  couple  buttons  on  the  front  of  the    𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘛𝘖𝘙    …    unresponsive.      probably  missed  a  wire,    so,    back  to  digging  in    𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘜𝘛𝘌𝘙    𝘎𝘜𝘛𝘚.      ‘      we  build  ‘em  from    𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘈𝘛𝘊𝘏.    ’      there’s  a  distinctive  pause,    brief    𝘚𝘕𝘈𝘗𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘎    of  electrical  wires,    &.    jamison  shrugs.      ‘    fight  ‘em  to  the  death.    ’      (      GREAT.    MORE    VIOLENT    INDULGING    SHE    COULD    JUDGE    HIM    FOR    !      )      he’d  rather  be  honest  than  spout    𝘙𝘐𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘜𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘚    𝘊𝘐𝘝𝘝𝘠    𝘉𝘜𝘓𝘓𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘛    that  the  telly  relayed.      if  mei’s    𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘜𝘔𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚    were  really  based  in  anything    —    chances  were  it  was    𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛    𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛.      a  moment  in  crime.

‘    honest  work,    though.      made  heaps’a  cash  !      𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘛    𝘈    𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘗𝘓𝘌'𝘈    𝘔𝘈𝘛𝘌𝘚,    but,    that’s  in  the  job  description.    ’

she walks towards jamison and sets down his mug of coffee, careful not to get too close to his work. she then leans against the counter and watches him as he speaks.

mechs made from nothing but scrap... she can only imagine the work that must be put into it. gathering up all the pieces to build a full mech alone must take a month or two at least. and then fighting them to the death? after all that hard work? she had no clue anything like that happened. she figured not all of what was on the news was truthful but not to this extent.

her face scrunches up trying to figure out how and... why? clearly money was a motive but that only goes so far.

her expression quickly changes to something more sympathetic upon hearing he’s lost friends from this work; but how is he so casual?

“huh...” she pauses for a moment

all    he    can    do    is    𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻    the    screwdriver    to    be    𝐷𝐸𝐿𝐼𝑉𝐸𝑅𝐸𝐷     —-     in    the    mean    time    ,    jamison    continues      𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶      𝚃𝙷𝙴      𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁      ,    allowing    for    mei    to    DIG    around    in    her    𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷    for    his    requested    item    .    it    was    just    some    𝐿𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐸    wiring    ,      𝙰      𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙿𝙻𝙴      𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳      𝙶𝙰𝙳𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚂      —-     &.    others    jamison    had    𝑳𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑺    for    not    OFTEN    used    outside    of      𝙷𝙸𝚂      𝙾𝚆𝙽      𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴      .    he    was    a    𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑰𝑼𝑺    𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑹    ,    problem    WAS    his    terminology    &.    execution    didn’t    𝐸𝑋𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐿𝑌    fit    the    CUT    &.    DRY    layout    most      𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽      𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝙴𝚁𝚂      used    .     (     𝑱𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑵    had    limited    resource    for    LEARNING    ,    he    was    almost    𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐼𝑅𝐸𝐿𝑌    self    taught    ,      𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴      𝙵𝙾𝚁      𝙾𝙽𝙴      𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶      )

his    𝐿𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐸    train    of    thought    was    𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵    as    the    screwdriver    gets    handed    off    to    him     —-     it’ll    work      𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻      𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷      ,    could’ve    settled    for    a    𝑆𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐿𝐸𝑅    𝑆𝐸𝑇    ,    but    ,    he’ll    TAKE    what    he    can    𝑮𝑬𝑻    .     (     &.    if    his    requesting    got      𝙰𝙽𝚈      𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴      𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙵𝙸𝙲      ,    mei    MIGHT    get    back    to    being    𝑺𝑵𝑰𝑷𝑷𝒀     )     he     lets    out    a    𝑆𝑀𝐴𝐿𝐿     “     —-     cheers    ,     ”     before     turning     the    MONITOR    &.    popping    off    a    𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬    of    it’s    backside    ;    had    to    fix    it    by      𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙶      𝙰𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳      in    it’s    𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑺    after    all    .     (     HOWEVER    ,    jamison    can’t    𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑫    working    in    𝑆𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸    .    it    just      𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽'𝚃      𝙷𝙸𝚂      𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙴      &.    that    𝑨𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑫    one    thing    was    certainly    a    CONVERSATION    starter     —-     )

“     i    used    ta’    fix    𝑀𝐸𝐶𝐻𝑆    .     ”     he’s    not    as    𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬    as    he’d   LIKE    to    be     —-     but      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽      𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽      ,    he’s    𝑫𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮    around    in    monitor    𝐺𝑈𝑇𝑆    with    nothing    but    his    WIRY    DIGITS    &.    a    small    𝑺𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑾𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹    .    it’ll    be    FIXED    in    no    time.     “     like    tha’    kind    D.VA    pilots    .    well    ,    not    𝐸𝑋𝐴𝐶𝑇    models    ,    most    were      𝙼𝙰𝙳𝙴'𝙰      𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙿      ,    but     …     ”     absentmindedly    ,    he    𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑺    for    the      𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃      𝙳𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙴𝚁      to    search    for    wirecutters    &.    bless    his    𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑲    ,    finds    a    𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌    𝑃𝐴𝐼𝑅    .     (     he      𝙼𝙰𝚈      𝙾𝚁      𝙼𝙰𝚈      𝙽𝙾𝚃      have    DUG    around    in    mei’s    𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲𝑺𝑯𝑶𝑷    before     …     maybe    .     )     “     tha’s    how    i’m    so    𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫    at    this    !!    did    it    fa’    𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑆    .    i’m    a      𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻      𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻      ,    y’know    .     ”     sometimes    he    𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺    what    it’s    like      𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴      𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚃      𝙷𝙸𝙼      .

after tossing jamison the small screwdriver, she starts brewing a fresh pot of coffee. she’d run out a while ago and she was beginning to feel sluggish. she imagined maybe jamison was as well.

she stood patiently and lightly tapped the counter as the coffee machine did its work. she listens to him speak as she waits and it gets her thinking. how on earth did he get work fixing mechs? how did he know how to fix them to begin with?

it’s very strange. he’s very strange. mysterious. its almost alluring in a way.

she breaks her train of thought completely and decides to just ask him about it (lest she get to carried away with... whatever this is).

“so...” she starts “mechs? i thought those were only in south korea.”

she pauses for a moment to take the pot off the machine and begin filling her mug back up.

“how’d you get to fixing them all the way in the outback?”

he’ll    wait    PATIENTLY,    as    patient    as    jamison    COULD    BE,    fingers    already    drumming    against    the    cold    surface    under    him;    as    much    as    he’d    LOVE    to    interrupt    her    TRAIN    OF    THOUGHT,    he    decides    against    it–    he’d    most    likely    be    FAVORED    if    he    kept    his    FAT    MOUTH    shut.    (    AND    IF    NOT,    HIS    CHARISMATIC    NATURE    WAS    SURE    TO    WIN    HER    OVER–    REGARDLESS    OF    HER    CHOICE    !    )    and    still,    he    stares    her    down,    no    longer    FACE    TO    FACE,    but    rather    a    comfortable    distance;    he    wishes    she    were    closer    again.

“    YEEES    ?    ”    that    creeping    SMILE    surfaces    again,    thank    GOD    she    hadn’t    taken    TOO    LONG    to    come    to    a    conclusion.    another    MINUTE    of    waiting–    and    half    DAY  -  DREAMING–    and    jamison    would’ve    been    drifted    too    far    GONE.    (    THANKFULLY,    IT    WAS    WORTH    THE    WAIT    !!    )    the    surge    of    ENERGY    that    brightens    auric    eyes    as    he    HEARS    exactly    what    he    WANTED    TO    would’ve    been    sweet    …    if    it    weren’t    for    the    SHIT  -  EATING    grin    that    had    smudged    over    his    EXPRESSION    almost    immediately.

“    HEHEH    …   ”   almost    choking    on    SUPPRESSED    laughter,    the    junker    steals    her    SEAT    right    after    he’s    given    the    GREEN    LIGHT.    greedy    hands    outstretched    to    INSPECT    the    monitor,    fussing    around    with    it,    as    he    can    NOW    take    bits    and    pieces    apart–    it’s    already    CLICKING    in    his    brain    as    to    how    it    works.    “    hm.    darlin’,    d’ya    ‘ave    a    SCREWDRIVER    somewhere    ‘ere    ??    a    smaller    one,    though.    ”    (    DID    HE    JUST    SAY    DARLING    ?!?    )    “    a    HANDFUL    of    ‘em–    like    those    KITS    that    come    ta’gether    ?    ”

ohhh my god. there’s no reason for him to act so smug about this. she’s already embarrassed enough, him acting like that is no help.

she watches him immediately rush to sit in her chair and plunk himself down (if he breaks it, she’s gonna be pissed). she stands there for maybe a minute, watching him look at her broken monitor. she feels weirdly anxious and fidgety. what if something bad happens? what if the monitor is unfixable? what if the whole building catches fire? this is just awful.

the minute of dread passes and shes surprised to hear him speak.

“yes i believe i do! give me a second to find it, i can’t remember where i had it last.”

she walks over to her file cabinets, opening and closing drawers, rummaging through to try and find a small screwdriver. but she just couldn’t shake the first word he said. darling? why did he call her darling? who cares. it was probably a freudian slip. it still made her feel weird, though. nauseous almost. well, not quite nausea. something like it.

after a little bit of digging she finds a screwdriver she assumes is roughly the size jamison is looking for.

“aha!” she turns to face him “here you go!”

he’ll  watch  her  STRUGGLE,  honestly,  it’s  all  the  more  AMUSING;  watching  her  focused  expression  while  picking  APART  the  monitor  in  all  the  wrong  ways.  despite  his  DEMEANOR,  jamison  was  an  expert  mechanic.  he  wouldn’t  have  made  HIS  OWN  prosthetics  if  it  weren’t  for  his  EXPERTISE.  he  can  already  pin - point  some  MINOR  mistakes,  things  amateurs   (  AND  HIMSELF  ON  A  BAD  DAY  )  would  easily  miss.  but,  doesn’t  speak  UP,  after  all-  she  hadn’t  given  him  the  GREEN  LIGHT  to  start  fixing  yet,  had  she  ?  jamison  was  a  GENTLEMAN  !  he’d  only  REPAIR  what  the  lady  asked  of  him.

“  well,  how  do  i  WORD  this-  ”  he  takes  a  DRAMATIC  swivel  to  LEAN  against  her  desk;  elbows  propped  up,  and  a  GRIN  washes  across  his  face.  he’d  FEIGN  being  lost  in  thought,  deep  contemplation  for  HOW  to  explain  himself-  if  he  had  any  semblance  of  a  POKER  FACE.  tricky  when  his  LAUGHTER  came  in  spurts,  really.  craning  his  NECK  to  look  back  at  the  monitor,  squinting,  INSPECTING  what  he  could  see  without  getting  his  HANDS  on  it  just  yet;  he  looks  back  to  MEI.  “  i’m  an  engineer,  mei.  ”  sarcasm  DRIPPING  from  his  voice,  he  quirks  a  brow.

“  an’  i  don’t  ‘ave  any  REASON  ta’  break  it  !  ”  wow,  she’s  really  CLOSE  to  his  face  right  now-  he  never  noticed  how  PRETTY  her  eyes  looked-  “  c’mon.  gimmie  a  CHANCE.  toss  me  a  SCREWDRIVER  an’  i’ll  fix  it.  swear  on  me  missin’  ARM.  ”

she plops herself back down to her previous position, no longer so far leaned into jamison’s face. she takes a moment to seriously think about it. what other options are there? it really isn’t like she has gotten anywhere close to fixing it, and he’s right. he’s an engineer! and on top of that, an engineer that, as far as she knows, has no reason to sabotage her work.

she continues to sit there, almost entirely still aside from the twiddling of her thumbs. it really couldn’t hurt, right?

okay. that’s it. she has made her decision.

she slowly stands up and pushes her chair to the side. her face scrunches and releases as she lets out a long sigh. she turns and looks up at him, making eye contact.

“    SAY–    how’d    you    get    so    SHORT    !?!    ”    /    @climafroze

he’s  SHUT  DOWN  almost  right  away,  by  gentle  hands-  but  a  DETERMINED  push.  and,  as  PER  USUAL,  icy  cold  words  !!  ouch.  that  STUNG.  (  NOT  REALLY.  WELL,  MAYBE.  KIND  OF  …  )  even  if  she’s  DISMISSED  him,  jamison  certainly  isn’t  taking  the  WALK  OF  SHAME  back  to  his  room  to  WALLOW  in  his  own  SHITTY  MOOD.  so,  instead,  the  junker  sticks  his  HANDS  in  his  pockets  and  leans  in  AGAIN-  ignoring  her  SNIPPY  tone  and  quick  rejection.  he’s  getting  a  CONVERSATION  out  of  mei  whether  she  tolerates  it  or  NOT;  and,  with  that  MINDSET,  he’s  probably  leaving  with  an  icicle  sticking  out  of  him.

“  tough  crowd.  HEHEH.  ”  he  TACKS  on  a  signature  GIGGLE  to  lessen  the  blow  jamison  has  taken;  realistically,  it  kind  of  UPSET  HIM-  being  turned  down  at  EVERY  opportunity.  but,  he  didn’t  know  WHY  he  wanted  mei’s  “ APPROVAL ”  of  him  so  badly.  jamison  fawkes  needed  NOBODY’S  approval  !!!  (  SO  WHY  HER  ?!  )  he  can  RUMINATE  on  his  stupid  FEELINGS  sometime  later,  currently  he’s  staring  at  the  BUSTED  monitor  that  seems  to  have  DAMPENED  mei’s  mood.  “  —   uuuh,  ”  get  it  together,  fawkes.  “  y’know  …  i  could  ALWAYS  fix  tha’  screen  fa’  you-  uh,  free  of  CHARGE.  heh  …  ”  anything  to  let  him  STAY  a  little  longer  !!

oh, jesus. he’s not leaving without a fight. does he not understand that she really doesn’t have time for all of this? sure, his offer sounds interesting; help would be useful right about now. she’s just... not exactly sure if she wants it from. y’know. him. so, instead of responding, she continues diligently working on trying to fix the broken monitor. she fiddles with some of the chords, unintentionally tangling them in the process. while trying to untangle them she almost knocks over her empty mug onto the hard linoleum floor. she manages to save it by just a hair.

she bites her lip and furrows her brow. it has been two days and she has gotten no where close to fixing it. is she really going to have to do this? does she really want to do this? no. not at all. she in no way wants jamison fawkes to stay in her work space, let alone actually touch anything in it. she especially doesn’t want him touching any of the tech in the room. ugh.

he’s  SLUGGISH.  he’s  TIRED.  he’s  been  burning  the  candle  at  BOTH  ENDS  for  upwards  of  two  weeks;  and,  on  a  good  SPREE,  he  can  last  a  month  sleepless.  this  was  not  one  of  those  TIMES,  unfortunately.  and  his  URGE  to  keep  obsessively  working  had  fizzled  out  after  his  FRAGLAUNCHER  had  blown  up  in  his  FACE  one  too  many  times.  this  was  already  accompanied  by  a  new  layer  of  SOOT  and  ASH  smeared  across  his  face,  dried  blood  leaking  from  his  EARS-  if  one  assumed  he  couldn’t  look  any  WORSE,  jamison  was  all  about  BREAKING  standards.  to  summarize,  he  felt  FUCKING  TERRIBLE.  dragging  himself  (  DENTED  PROSTHETICS  INCLUDED  )  down  the  hallway  to  a  specific  scientist’s  assigned  work  place.  yes  it  was  COLD.  yes  it  felt  TOO  CLEAN  for  his  liking.  but,  you  can’t  WIN  them  all.

he’s  not  going  to  bother  to  KNOCK.  chances  are  she  SMELT  the  smoke  coming  off  of  the  battered  junker  before  he  bothered  BANGING  open  the  door.  (  EVEN  HIS  FIST  LEFT  A  PATCH  OF  GUNPOWDER  ON  THE  SURFACE.  )  her  ANDROID  assistant  jumped  at  his  ARRIVAL.  surprise  was  expected,  though,  he  didn’t  leave  his  own  WORK  SHOP  unless  it  was  roadhog  DRAGGING  him  out;  or,  a  mission  had  been  assigned.  neither  was  the  case  here.  (  HE  JUST  WANTED  TO  SEE  HER.  )  “  mmm.  ”  he  musters  an  ANNOYED  groan  and  pushes  past  the  entrance-  ignoring  the  fact  mei  was  PROBABLY  working  on  some  important  climate  GARBAGE-  and  instead  drapes  his  arms  over  her  shoulders;  resting  his  chin  on  her  head  and  bothering  to  LOOK  DOWN  at  the  desk  she’s  sitting  at.

“  what’cha  workin’  on.  ”  (  AKA.  PAY  ATTENTION  TO  ME.  )  “  …  looks  lame.  ”  (  PAY  ATTENTION  TO  ME.  )    /    @climafroze​

she’s fucking exhausted. mei has been trying to figure out how to get this damn monitor work for a little more than two days and she has had no breaks. she’s hunched over her work desk, her back hurt and she was completely out of coffee. the last thing she needed was any sort of interruption or distraction.

oh, great, there’s somebody banging at her door. and now its opening. how fantastic.

she hears jamison groan as he saunters over to her work desk. she feels him rest his arms on her shoulders and his chin on her head which causes her to tense up as an automatic response.

“ i’m working on monitoring the climate in specific areas with large distances between each other without having them interfere with each other. it is very important and not lame, thank you. ” she shrugs his arms off of her and pushes his chin off of her head with a free hand. “ now shoo. go be a nuisance elsewhere. ”