Time wasn't all necessary in the desert. Most inhabitants woke before the sun and hid out after the first fading light. Time almost didn't matter-- survival was everyone's number one priority. So it's no wonder Junkrat had no idea what New Years was, hell, he hadn't known what Christmas was until Roadhog had mentioned it was almost upon them.
"Okay Hog, you've got ta be kiddin' me!" Junkrat exclaimed. "First this Christmas rubbish, and now this?"
Roadhog had the patience of a saint with his extroverted employer. He'd dealt with him for almost a year now, and held himself back when all he wanted to do is snap the shorter man's neck. Things had gotten better between them though. They had plundered their way through the Outback and had gathered enough money to rent two nights in a cheap Sydney inn, away from the irradiated wasteland they once called home.
"Why would anyone want to celebrate a new year? Doesn't make a difference anyway."
"A new year symbolizes a fresh start." Roadhog finally said.
"Wha-" Junkrat started, but Roadhog interrupted him.
"Most people make a goal for the new year, called a new year's resolution."
"Why?" Junkrat said, his eyes now filled with curiosity.
"Well, it gives you something to work for all year. Could be big or small."
"I want ta blow more stuff up!" Junkrat declared.
Roadhog snorted in amusement. Typical of Junkrat to think about blowing stuff up.
"What's your resolution, Hoggy?"
'Hog thought about 'Rat's question. He actually hadn't thought about a resolution. All of those hours of heists and running from police had left him exhausted. He just never had time.
Roadhog just grunted in response.
"What? After all this talk of a 'fresh start', and you don't even know?"
"Didn't have time to think about it."
Junkrat pursed his lips in mild annoyance. "Well, sure hope ya think of one soon. It's-- well, what time did you say the New Year begins?"
"Midnight."
"Says here on the clock that it's eleven."
Roadhog hadn't realized it was already this late. Time always flew by with Junkrat, it seemed.
Roadhog sat in silence for several moments, thinking of something that he'd want to accomplish in the new year.
Junkrat could tell that 'Hog was struggling to think of a resolution-- he knew from his body language. Roadhog tapped his large fingers slowly and lightly on his lap, and his rubber mask was slightly crimped in his concentration.
Junkrat hopped onto the bed besides Roadhog, barely earning a reponse from the larger Junker.
"Ya need help thinkin'?"
"I can think plenty for the both of us."
Junkrat rolled his eyes and giggled.
"Y'know, ya always were a funny one, ya dag. Always makin' those jokes! Wish you'd tell 'em more."
Roadhog wasn't surprised that 'Rat enjoyed his jokes. 'Rat laughed at just about anything. Yet, part of Roadhog was flattered that Junkrat wanted more jokes out of him.
"Wanna hear one?" Roadhog asked. Junkrat almost screamed his reponse.
"Yes!"
"What's a pig's favorite color?"
