When Junkrat woke up, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Lying on top of him was the girl of his dreams. Her reddish-pink lips pursed, as if waiting for a kiss, and she had her arms locked around him, afraid to let him go. As he took in a sharp breath, her brown lashes fluttered open, deep chocolate eyes meeting his amber ones. "Good morning, sweetie." Mei mumbled sleepily. She leaned in for a kiss, and at that moment, Jamison noticed that they were in their underwear. "Jeezum, Mei! Did we… you know-" Mei sighed, more amused than annoyed. "No, Jamie, we didn't get to know each other in that way. That's for when you've proven to be a good boyfriend." Junkrat spluttered at the word boyfriend as she put her sweater on. "I have to check on Lena's girlfriend, but maybe movie night tomorrow? Provided we don't need to prevent an international crisis." "Sure!" Junkrat squeaked, his voice an octave higher than usual. This girl had no idea how much crazier she made Mr Fawkes.
Junkrat felt giddy as his grenade launcher let out a repetitive, low thunk, flinging projectiles into the fray. He was mounted on Roadhog's back, who was taking wheezy breaths as he fired salvo after salvo of junk. Lucio, Mercy and the other healers were healing whoever needs it. Orisa and Reinhardt had their shields deployed, and the malfunctioning Omnic numbers fell rapidly as all of the other heroes furiously beat them down. As the dust settled and the last robot fell, the team went right to bickering. "That last kill was on me, pardners! Don't even try to claim it, Morrison." "Piss off, Jesse. I'm leader, I say I got that last kill."
" , I have a new track. Think you can come over and have a listen?" "Sorry sweetie, me and Sombra are going head to head in Mario Kart 8 Deluxe."
"Amelie!" "Yes, ma cherie?" "Remember, tonight is date night, and you're taking me to Paris." "Bah! Now I recall why dating was such an annoyance."
"Say, Mei…" "Yes, Jamison, we're on for lunch today. I promise, General Tso's Chicken will change your life."