IN SILVER AND GOLD / private

[dannychan]

he looked at roadhog and blinked, scooting over as carefully as he could without spilling his coffee, metal fingers scraping the cup. he soon ended up squished against the arm of the couch, leaning on the seven million different throw pillows Gabe insisted on getting simply because it annoyed jack and to have something safe to throw at the mounted by when watching different shows. he brought up his legs and looked at mako for a long moment. "if your show on?" he asked softly.

[peridot.]

Resting back against the couch, Roadhog blinked and tilted his head, saying in a slightly clipped tone as he looked the other over, "I don't know. Aren't you watching this?"

[dannychan]

he shrugged. "change it if you want. it's no good." he said quietly just as an explosion came on screen. junkrat really just looked tired- both physically and emotionally/mentally.

[peridot.]

Roadhog fell silent for a moment, before he moved to gently press at the other's side, saying in a gruff tone as he looked him over, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

[dannychan]

he blinked. "i didn't sleep last night. i'm fine." he muttered and leaned away. of course, everything was wrong.

[peridot.]

He frowned and huffed softly, moving to put both of his hands on the other's hips and lift him up out of the covers and off of the couch, "You're a surprisingly shitty liar.'

[dannychan]

he squeaked and whined softly, pushing them sales head away with his fake hand, looking away. "you're going to make me spill my drink!"

[peridot.]

A soft huff came from the back of Roadhog's throat, and he placed Junkrat down for a moment - on his lap, actually - and took his drink from him, putting it aside. He then turned the other around, glaring at him and saying quietly, "What's wrong with you? You're not as annoying as usual."

[dannychan]

tw for possible depression, PTSD, mention la of mutiliation, violence, blood, possible suicide mentions or attemts... just, if you get triggered by anything don't read because this rp is gonna be angst as FUCK
[member=503]tweek.[/member] i recently found out that road actually really hates junkrat sooooo ANGST!!!!

junkrat had been oddly quiet when they were at base. out on the field, he was as he normally was, but back home, he wouldn't say a peep. he had stopped wearing the shirt he had stolen from roadhog to bed, and he was actually wearing normal clothes for once. normal clothes being.. a black turtle neck sweater and sweatpants that were slightly too short for him. he constantly had a mug of hot chocolate- the mug he had gotten one christmas that said 'stop talking to me, dipstick' on the bottom. why these sudden changed? it was winter, and the seasonal depression was setting in. it wasn't unknown to the others that he was a little messed up, but more in the 'explodey terrorist' way and not the 'i have extreme depression, please hold me' kind of way.

currently, junkrat was curled up on the couch with his usual mug, caccooned in the heaviest blanket they had at the base, watching an action movie (a michael bay movie, of course), though there was no usual excited shine to his eyes as the explosions came onto screen. he just seemed utterly empty.

[peridot.]

I DON'T LIKE ANGST WHY

Roadhog wasn't really one to worry about Junkrat too often. Most of the time he just seemed crazy and cheerful and utterly hard to understand, like usual. So, when Junkrat started acting like this, he didn't really care, or worry that much about it, but now that it had been a while, it was starting to seem a bit ridiculous. He wasn't sure if he was more annoyed by it or worried about Junkrat, but he had decided he needed to do something about it. Sighing a bit, the masked male moved over to the couch and nudged the other with one of his large hands, grumbling softly, "Move over."