#ticktickkaboom

[Continued from here] @aprimespecimen @ticktickkaboom A joke at first. Not a terrible sign really though there was something off putting about the overall tone. Something that reminded the scientist of the Witch in many ways. Sweet words that were laced with an underlining venom. Adding to it Tick placed himself firmly between Roo and Junkenstein himself forcing him to move back just a partial step to allow the movement to be less hindered by his presence.  Surely things would have gone a lot better had Roo been able to read a situation properly and keep his damn mouth shut! Still, he could not entirely fault him. Junkenstein should have learned by now that the youngest of the lot was the far more socially inept of them.  Tick introduced himself reconfirming several unspoken thoughts that Doc had only to find himself being pulled in near, taking back the previous space he had made.  “...” Careful words crafted into a threat that could easily be played off as just statements. Interesting format that reminded him even more of others from his homeland though despite his initial dry swallow it was the ending that felt strangely sobering while still managed to make it feel like a heavy stone dropped into his stomach.  So Roo had told him about that? ...No. Well, possibly but given that he did not recall the event himself it was more likely Tick’s partner, Roadhog, had relayed Roo’s tale over to him. Damn.  “Doctor’s often drug patients when planning to preform amputations on them,” Junkenstein stated as coolly as possible. His voice level though even while trying to stand his ground, his heart having picked up the pace while he could feel the hackles on the back of his neck rise. “He clearly needed it but I see you have issued out that yourself not long after. A wise decision.” Flattery probably would not get him anywhere but it was worth a shot. “He’s healing up nicely under your care though I am concerned with his lack of sleep and what all that may compromise.” Junkenstein still finding his hand firmly in Tick’s felt his face twitch a little with bruised pride as he was reminded of the ungrateful King he previously served that treated him similarly. Lowering himself down onto one knee, kneeling in front of Tick’s sitting form while trying to keep his stare level in hopes it showed some sign of respect, begrudging or not, Junkenstein went quiet to see if anything he said worked for or against him.

[Continued from here] @ticktickkaboom That was a word Doc was certain he never heard before until just then. Wuckas? It sounded like a musical instrument of some sort. Given the context of the rest of what Tick had to say though sadly contradicted that general idea. Unless it was some kind of saying. Hm... “We’re friends, aren’t we? Besides, you’ve been helpful to me and I want to show my appreciation..” His voice had trailed off halfway through as he noticed what the other had been carrying on his back. Not only was it unusual but he was already treading about and single handedly making amendments to his furniture.  Inclining his head just a little. He should offer to assist or just move to do so but by the time it sunk in on what was happening, it had already occurred. “I would-” Tick flopped down making himself comfortable. In the beginning this would have irked Doc as this was his home. Now though he had grown accustomed to the other throwing around his weight, which was still alarming all things considered as he should weigh more, missing limbs or no. “Appreciate it. I’ve been meaning to do repairs and fixes but I seem to have allowed myself to get distracted with other pressing matters.” Doc made a noise to signal he was pardoning himself briefly. Form leaving the room to go collect his gift for Tick. The present light and rolled up on itself facing inward as he wasn’t sure how to wrap it without risking it getting torn into as well.  “Here. Merry Christmas!” The gift the best poster he could find in Junkertown of Wrecking Ball that still had some sun damage so it was faded in a few places. The most important part being that he got the hamster himself to sign it for him. None of the other posters had that. Now he just had to hope Tick still liked the Scrapyard Champion on top of not having the same poster.