A Teaspoon of Spice

Too Close

After your strange encounter with Junkrat- things progressed rather quickly. A bit too quickly.

Despite constantly giving him indifferent looks and a flat body language, he would frolic over, sling an arm around your shoulder- wave at you, talk to you- show you something he's been working on, and then leave just as fast.

You couldn't tell if he had liked your company, or just liked rambling and poking at you.

And the teasing. So much of it- and most of it was nonchalant, but after the twelfth time of hearing him repeat the fact that you didn't fully understand what nitrogen was, the wolf that was bubbling to the surface clawed against your better mind with a crooked claw.

You can't last- and you know it.

But you refused to tell anyone how close you were to just up and running four legged around the base. Mostly out of embarrassment. And secondly, however much you disliked Junkrat- you didn't want to see him in trouble for harmlessly pestering you. He could be blowing the whole place up (you would know from all the rambling he does about wanting to explode things) yet he was simply talking and making some sort of effort to connect with you of all people. Wolves. However you want to say it.

So, you sucked it up, grinned, and did your best to bare through his incessant company. Half the time you were just giving him death glares, and rarely, very rarely, did you actually chuckle about something he said. Most of your mind was too preoccupied trying to not transform and rip him apart to get too many laughs out of you.

Regardless, he was growing on you- in the strangest ways- and to think you only met him two days ago.

As you went to take a seat in the cafeteria, Junkrat of course sniffed you out, making his way towards you to most likely start some sort of conversation- Mcree noticed immediately, perking up to try to intervene, but Junkrat completely ignored him, simply taking a seat beside you. You couldn't smell anything but him, and his strangely lifeless smell, with the small back burner smell of some sort of spice.

"Good day sheila!" He nudged you in the ribs, "What are you up to s'arvo?"

You deadpanned, shooting him a look and taking a prominent bite of your sandwich.

"Ah- a silent bloke as always-" He shook his head, opening his mouth to say something else before Mcree decided to sit down on the other side of the table.

"Howdy pardner." they both rose an eyebrow at each other- some sort of mental fight going on, before Mcree nodded his head in Roadhog's direction, "Your buddy wanted ta talk to ya 'bout somethin'."

With a roll of his eyes and a grumble, Junkrat gathered his food and hobbled off in his bodyguard's direction with a disgruntled sway.

You both watched him walk away for a moment, before glancing at each other and Mcree immediately questioning you, "Why has Junkrat been following you around like a pup?"

You groaned, eyes glancing to the ceiling as you crossed your arms on the table, "Fuck if I knew."

Mcree hummed, "He was watching you since you first got here- makes me suspicious."

Huffing, your eyes slid in Junkrat's direction, watching as he argued with his bodyguard about something- the ticks and manic gestures he had were all paired with his jagged edges- it made him look so much more aggressive then he really was. But who were you to say that? You didn't know him personally. You didn't know just how soft of aggressive of a person he could be.

Looking back to Mcree, he was squinting at you, "A little lost in thought there?"

You nodded and he continued, "A little lost in thought about Junkrat?"