#primedspecimen.

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.

              lenses stare fixedly towards the rat, never straying from his shape. the larger man is silent for a long time, watching the ember trickle further &. further down the lock of hair inconveniently locked into an upright position.

              mako reaches out, &. with two fingers, extinguishes the ember.

              “bald wouldn’t suit you.”