In Search of Caffeine | Junkrat & Saya
Junkrat leaned back and stared at the scraps on his desk. He could easily fashion them into a bomb, but the only reason he hadn’t done so was because the school gave him some strict regulations on what the bombs could and could not do. It was certainly a challenge; after all, what was the fun in bombs that didn’t have too large a blast radius?
He knew what he wanted to do with it, though. If he could fashion it into something he could use for a lesson, then it’d be reasonable for the school grounds and also enable him to make a bomb at all. Before he decided to experiment all night, though, he needed something. Coffee, perhaps, or some boba tea if he was lucky.
It didn’t take too long for Junkrat to realize that, unfortunately, he hadn’t explored the campus enough to know where to go for coffee or tea. He figured he could ask a student maybe. Certainly they’d know where to find a cafe or something similar. He saw a student who seemed nice enough and decided to ask her.
“‘Scuse me, sheila,” he began, “but d'ya know where I could grab a cuppa?”
