[Well it's...more slant alliteration if anything, but heck, he'll take it.
She just won't stop impressing him. Someone who can truly appreciate her genius. She's just like him, but tiny and cute. She's just like him! And she even wants to share her toys with him!
He catches the large grenade launcher with ease, looking it over and figuring what it does and how it works in a matter of seconds of turning it over in his hold; it's like his own frag launcher, but...pink. Junkrat holds it out and smoothes his flesh hand over the kooky bunny emblem on the side. Mayhem.
He feels like he's going to cry. This is too good to be true.]
Eeeeeeeee...!!
[But he can't take this. Not when he's packing plenty of his own heat.]
No, no, no...
[He hands it back to her delicately, as if it were an honor that he felt he hadn't earned yet.]
I shan't! If I may, instead, submit fer yer review...
[Junkrat stands up straight and reaches behind himself, dislodging the spiked tractor tire from his harness. He drops it upright upon the ground in front of them, pointing it toward the center of the coliseum and holding it in place with his peg leg. A finger hooks itself in the ripcord, and he looks over at Tina over his shoulder with a wild grin.]
Check this out!
[With a full-body yank, the Rip-Tire roars to life and immediately takes off, vaulting itself over the wall and careening into the fray. It makes a reckless beeline towards a pile of sharks that have ended up tangled within the tentacles of an inept octopus-shark hybrid, and as if in a magic trick, the Rip-Tire and the pile of sharks disappear with an earth-shattering explosion.
Pentakill!
Hopefully no one innocent was close enough to end up getting hurt by it. Instead of giggling madly about it like he usually does, Junkrat turns to Tina, hands balled up in excited fists as he awaits her verdict.]
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She just won't stop impressing him. Someone who can truly appreciate her genius. She's just like him, but tiny and cute. She's just like him! And she even wants to share her toys with him!
He catches the large grenade launcher with ease, looking it over and figuring what it does and how it works in a matter of seconds of turning it over in his hold; it's like his own frag launcher, but...pink. Junkrat holds it out and smoothes his flesh hand over the kooky bunny emblem on the side. Mayhem.
He feels like he's going to cry. This is too good to be true.]
Eeeeeeeee...!!
[But he can't take this. Not when he's packing plenty of his own heat.]
No, no, no...
[He hands it back to her delicately, as if it were an honor that he felt he hadn't earned yet.]
I shan't! If I may, instead, submit fer yer review...
[Junkrat stands up straight and reaches behind himself, dislodging the spiked tractor tire from his harness. He drops it upright upon the ground in front of them, pointing it toward the center of the coliseum and holding it in place with his peg leg. A finger hooks itself in the ripcord, and he looks over at Tina over his shoulder with a wild grin.]
Check this out!
[With a full-body yank, the Rip-Tire roars to life and immediately takes off, vaulting itself over the wall and careening into the fray. It makes a reckless beeline towards a pile of sharks that have ended up tangled within the tentacles of an inept octopus-shark hybrid, and as if in a magic trick, the Rip-Tire and the pile of sharks disappear with an earth-shattering explosion.
Pentakill!
Hopefully no one innocent was close enough to end up getting hurt by it. Instead of giggling madly about it like he usually does, Junkrat turns to Tina, hands balled up in excited fists as he awaits her verdict.]