There was always something iridescent about sunsets, how the color blend into the clouds, either giving a eerie or a beautiful look. And being where she was, it certainly gave the beautiful sensation. Iris was about to take a picture when a curled up figure on a bench caught her eye. 

Curly fries were stuffed into Junkrat’s mouth. 

Hell, they weren’t good, homemade ones, but they were still edible. That was the glory of fast food. Although, Junkrat still couldn’t get over the fact that he’d gotten Hue a kid’s meal. Not a big deal, but they didn’t seem to like the fact that the toy was of Winston. A monkey toy!

Plucking the toy from the tabletop again, Junkrat examined the thing. Looked like him. And even if the voice used didn’t sound like him, it certainly acted like him.

 those are his socks you bitch

My cat looks exactly like yours??? He even has the socks

@paintxballer

Aesthetic for Greyson Atista

Streetlights shined onto the empty road and sidewalks, the cool pavement good enough for kids to walk barefoot. Iris, wandering through the small restaurant to ignore the bitter chill of Los Angeles, wondered where Hue was, if he was still out wandering out for his big brother. 

Soft jazz mingled through old speakers from above, and as she took a seat, digging out her box of Malboro cigarettes, she thought, for one second, she saw him. Older. Smoking. 

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