#primedspecimen

Ahahaha, only when you’re attributing it to real life animals. Anthropomorphized fictional characters are totes fine, because it’s the author’s fiction to write as pleases them, and to take it to your extreme, isn’t it the whole point of furry characters is that they’re anthropomorphized animals?

Now, the Hog had seen a lotta crazy shit in his life, having lived through an apocalypse and watched his neighbors slowly descend into insanity. This ranked among the most bugfuck crazy of them all. Junkrat ranked among the Queen’s least favorite beings in existence far as he knew, no reason she’d even pretend to tolerate him -- especially since it’d never work given how paranoid his boss was.

Rat’s caught off guard at first, both bushy brows rising before a crooked grin takes over his face. He picks up the little metal figure of himself, tittering away like the madman he is, pausing when Hog speaks.

Eyes shift up to stare at the eyelets for a moment. “Yeah. S’April Fool’s, ain’t it? S’this gonna go fucky or somethin’?” Jittery eyes flit down back to the little figure, one squishing shut while the other opens wider (is that possible?) to look it over more closely.

             exasperated is the roadhog, eyes lifting as if to echo his disbelief in the rat. always the fool, never could take situations seriously. he would think he’d remember, himself.

             seems this time, mako’s the fool.

             “unless you can find a way for it to go fucky.”

             his gaze finally returns to the fawkes.

“Nah mate. It’s hard work. Y'gotta have some prime tootsies here.”

;^)

Now while she was very much used to him acting out when they argue, this was different. He was a tad frustrated, but there was no yelling, no threats. Simply one moment she was on her feet, hands gently pressing the stomach , and the next she was being carried over the shoulder and out of the medical tent. 

“What-- Junkrat, put me down, now!”

Her hands press against his back, trying to raise herself to throw the man off balance. No luck, but that doesn’t stop her squirming. “’Let’? You’re not even giving me a choice!” 

The struggling is quickly exhausted, seeing that he’s intent on holding onto her, so she huffs, leaning her arms onto his shoulder blades to prop herself up. It wasn’t a comfortable position, but it allowed her to look around and watch the tent shrink with every step.

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