#pixlrabbit

“well shoot lil’ lady-- i’m both flattered & confused somebody as young and pretty as you would want a rusty ol’ cowboy like me for a valentine.” 

 ❝  you  know–  ❞  he  calls  over  the  sound  of  bullets,  over  the  whir  of  the  meka  girl’s  robot.  ❝  i  could  of  handled  it  on  my  own.  ❞  (  he  probably  couldn’t.  he  appreciates  the  help.  meka  girl  can  never  know.  )

   “EXCUSE the questions,” he huffs in amusement. It’s clear he’s already asked plenty, though could he be blamed, or should his curiosity be? “But I don’t believe I’ve asked this one yet... say this conflict ends. And say it ends without any further need for recuperation. Then what? Do you leave MEKA? Or continue what you do best?”

       ❛  –– oi ! ❜  he called, hand waving off the woman,  ❛ what tongue thing are y’talkin’ about ? ❜  thinking back to the many things he’d done with his tongue.  whether menial tasks or other things. all he’d done recently was let his tongue lazily follow his finger as it moved, black streaks along his tastebuds.  sure, the ash tasted like –– well –– shit; he couldn’t deny that it was addicting. once more, his tongue peeked from behind his lips, cleaning the charcoal from his fingers. ❛ THAT tongue thing, hana ? ❜ genuinely curious, before realizing the second half of the comment. ❛ attractive, eh ? got a crush on the ol’ junkrat, do ya’ ? ❜ scoffing softly, the edges of his lips curled up into a wicked grin. ❛ can’t blame ya’, honestly. ❜