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THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE HAPPINESS        inspired by this awesome meme right here that I wanted an opposite for. send a 💝 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. [ Accepting ]

71. our muses take a moonlight walk

The full moon shone bright overhead and illuminated the path beneath the feet of the pair walking around the Watchpoint at two in the morning. Not long prior to their walk the Junker had found Mei sitting alone outside reminiscing as she watched the stars, it was obvious neither of them were able to sleep and they were bored out of their minds. If they were going to be bored and lacking sleep they might as well have done so together.

A cool wind brushed over them and the ocean below the cliff rushed, waves crashing and tall grass rustling around them. It was a cool night as autumn came around and the wind caused a momentary chill which made the climatologist shiver. Wearing just a jumper and comfortable pajama bottoms with boots that were clearly just thrown on as the nearest thing, not matching her attire at all.

“Oh I have noticed.”

Another day at the hospital, is what she believed it would be...

Azure hues do a check scan check of the patients and her paperwork for the next 12 hours. Well, it was never 12 hours, she always stayed on longer. She was a pushover like that. Angela takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. The doctor really did love her job. It was exhausting, sure. But it was so rewarding saving others. 

In her own thoughts, she barely pays attention to the nurses rushing past her until one startles her by grabbing her arm. Said nurse then continues to disturb her by throwing extra paperwork in her general direction. The doctor gasps as it nearly ends up a trodden mess on the floor, but with success she collects the papers as the nurse continues to rush off without stopping to give Angela a second to ask what it was for or what she was expected to do with it. 

It wasn’t hard to figure out what she had to do with those papers however. JAMISON. The seven letter name scrawled in black pen at the top. And she gives a deep sigh for she knew what was awaiting her. 

“What’s he done this time?” She can’t help but smile a little as she speaks aloud. He was most probably her most frequent patient. 

“What have you done this time then, stranger?” She smiles as she opens the curtain enough to see Jamison on the bed, worse for ware like always. 

“Mr. Fawkes!” The doctor shouts -- but not overly aggressive, for she does not want to lose her voice over the man. 

“For the last time, will you please clear up your mess. I don’t think I can stand another day of your tomfoolery.” She can feel herself getting angrier. So she takes a moment to pause. Breathe Angie, Breathe. 

“I’ve been very patient with you Jamison. And as you know I’ve been working away on my new medicine, and all I can hear down there is explosion after explosion, and then loud laughter from you and Mako. It’s like listening to a bunch of kids! Now I’m here to do some real work. So, you can either be a good boy and help me out, or you can take your explosions elsewhere.” 

The first indication of the base’s newest arrival came quietly at first.

[To: Rat] Held up in the Pyrenees.

[To: Rat] I’ll be there in a few hours.

Local News would fill in the details well enough once Athena translated it.

It wasn’t till the afternoon when the base’s long range defenses would pick up a small vehicle heading towards the base. Small, of course, was relative. Then the sound. The heavy roar of a chopper’s engine moving far too fast for the road. The driver was unconcerned by the cliff or by the idea that someone might see him.

Crunch of gravel under tire and boot, and the man was up, chains rattling across his body as he headed into the trailer, opening the door with a surprising gentleness that in no small part came from living with Junkrat as long as he had.

“... I’m back.”