#onemanhogpocalypse

It does also help that hes sleeping against a 500+ muscular beast that will protect him at all costs... Speaking of, he shifts a bit, and rolls over, flopping his good arm and leg against the others stomach to get closer, snuggling up happily.

No one’s waking him up for a few hours.... at least he hopes.

         Hands gripped onto his neck, the sketchbook dropping as well as his pen as he leaned forward kissing more. Before pulling away breathless and giddy.

“ Holy fuck, mate... wazzat fer? Or ya just in tha mood fer some kisses? Could o asked me. ”

He teased him, beginning to slide his hands over, petting the others cheeks and tracing the tattoo designs on his face, glancing every which way as he did.    As he traced, he attempted to begin placing a few more smootches with a sooty pair of lips, not minding and knowing Roadhog wouldn’t either. Bath day was tomorrow, and Roadhog would have his mask on soon enough. Kisses for now though, would be a good memory to keep.

Being dropped to the ground, Jamison collapsed onto his knees, gasping as he held his own throat, panting as he coughed for a bit. After a couple of moments he looked up at the other and sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Olright... I’ll admit that was a bit of a cruel joke... I would be pretty pissed too if I found out me partner was hoggin all the money..” he sighed before he went over and placed a hand over on Roadhog’s hand, the one that was going towards his scrap gun.

“Yoar not gonna need that mate, I mean it.. I’m sorry...” he looks up at him, looking at the mask. “I do mean wot I said bout makin’ it up... uh.. heh” He blushed a bit, smiling to himself. 

Send “Amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours [x]

“Grease’n sweat’re th’ more obvious ones! Th’ grease from ye choppah more cuz yer always workin’ on that thing! Keep it all nice’n ready fer quick getaways’n such! Ye know…that bike’s real fast! Ye do somethin’ ta it that made it fast? It’s like…like…cheetah fast! That’s wot they’re called, right? Those large fast cats in Africa?”

His mind is going at a hundred miles an hour right now, only barely able to keep up with his mouth. From the looks of it now, Junkrat is thinking of the most impossibly stupid thing.