JR/RH
Roadhog wasn't that far from Junkrat which was a surprise, maybe not so much a pleasant one but a surprise none the less. It's not that he disliked the guy, quite the opposite but Junkrat was just so damnannoying. Junkrat spoke enough for them both and plenty more, his constant idiotic comments on everything because he lacked common sense and his ever persistent will to try and blow himself up with shitty inventions. Roadhog just hoped that he would be preoccupied with this broken bike of his rather than talking to him.
It took about 4 hours to get to the stranded moron, more time that he had planned to spend getting to him but Junkrat had gone pretty far out for what seemed to be for no apparent reason, he thought Junkrat was smarter than this but the more he thought about it, the less he really thought that. He rode his own bike over the dirt road, unlike the Rat's, his was in perfect shape and hadn't failed him yet. As he approached, he saw the scrawny outline of a familiar peg-legged man flailing his arms desperately as he bounced around. "Over here, SOS. Bike down, bike down!" He squealed which was followed up with a bunch of giggles. Junkrat was happy to see him.
The Hog didn't reply to his plea, pulling up next to him and swinging his stubby leg over the edge of the bike and walked over to Junkrat's. He was the complete opposite to his partner in crime; large in every aspect except personality. Junkrat was used to the dull silence, going to him and jumping on his large back as he sat up on his shoulders. "I was expectin' you to take longer, didn't know you were in the area. You had somethin' going on or what?" Roadhog didn't reply as he was busy tinkering on the badly constructed bike. "Hey are you listening? Oi, Hog! Piggy! Mc. Bacon-" Junkrat's face soon collided with the sand as Roadhog had thrown him off.
The annoyingness of Junkrat in which he hadn't heard in a long time had returned. "Shut up." He had told him simple, not in the mood for the constant nicknames. He looked over at Junkrat as he picked himself off the floor but when he turned, he had the cheesiest grin on his face. "That's my buddy I remember!" He snickered almost sarcastically as he sat on his bike, watching what the Hog was doing. Roadhog just sighed a bit as he soon figured out this bike was as good as dead. "Busted." His gruff voice stated, "It's not going to run any more."
Junkrat's grubby face dropped in dismay, "Not ever again?" He questioned in a seemingly endearing voice. "Not ever. again" The hog repeated as he stood. He knew he would have to take Junkrat with him on his bike to at least somewhere safe. "Looks like I'm just gonna have to hitch a ride." He went to the edge of the road and held a thumb out, trying not to crack a smile. He looked at his friend and then motioned for him to get on his bike. Roadhog found himself just sighing once again, his usual response to the Rat's stupidity, as he got Junkrat's bag of weird tricks and tat and mounted his bike. He rolled up next to Junkrat and the Rat gasped dramatically. "Ooh, a lift? Forme? Oh you shouldn't have!" He jumped up on the bike as he cackled a laugh, taking his stuff back and holding it on his lap. You wouldn't want to drop this bag. He sat on the back end of the bike, one skinny arm wrapped half way around Roadhog's very large waist.
It felt odd for Junkrat, seeing Roadhog again. It had been a hell of a long time but it didn't feel that awkward, only a little bit. He wondered if he had changed in any way since he had last seen him. Maybe he got another tattoo? Maybe he didn't? He wouldn't know. He would like to catch up with him but the Hog didn't talk much to him at all, or in general for that fact. It didn't upset him or anything but there were times in which he wished he was more lenient toward him. As Roadhog drove back into a more populated area, he noticed the mid summer temperature slowly going down with the presence of more shade. "Hey, we goin' to get a hotel or somethin'?" He called out to him over the roar of the engine. The Hog nodded just once to his question. Roadhog would force Junkrat to do many things, taking a bath would be his priority. Getting the Rat into the bath was one of the hardest tasks he was set with, it was almost like he was water repellent. The next would be getting him to eat a lot without causing too much fuss, the guy never ate much at all. He was surprised he was still alive. The last task was to make sure he didn't run off with someone for the night, getting drunk and sleeping around was one of Junkrat's specialities. Junkrat was a fan of both genders so every person in the eye's of his drunk self was attractive so that meant even more people he had to stop him from going after.
They arrived at Alice Springs, a lot of people had seen Roadhog travel through this part alone and return with someone. He parked up at the Elkira Court Motel, making sure to lock his bike up with a vast array of chains so no thieving bastards could even touch his bike. He pulled Junkrat close, "Don't talk or touch anything. Just walk." He went inside with him, sorting out the room for one night. Junkrat had waited for a minute or two before slowly slipping away. "Ooh, fancy." He started to touch every damn ornaments and all the newspapers he could get his hands on. He collected all the change in the place that had fallen out of pockets of other customers and even stole a spring poking out from the worn sofa pushed to the right hand corner of the lobby.
He placed the small spring in his bag just as Roadhog had finished booking in. He went to him and with a swift hand movement, he slapped him round the back of the head. He groaned in pain and rubbed his head, giving a look at him. "I said no." The Hog growled a little, Junkrat could feel the glare burning holes through his mask. This place was pretty common with Junkers so Roadhog and Junkrat weren't all too shocking. They went up to their room; room number 23. It was a small room with two single beds, a large oak desk and a wardrobe between the beds. A small en suite was to the left hand side. The Rat automatically claimed the bed nearest two the window so he could watch the people going to and from the place, and he was also eyeing up the bar across the street. He flopped down and sprawled out, "Mnhm, I've missed this ya know? Beds and stuff." He closed his eyes and slowly started to feel how tired he really was, right down to his bones. He started to notice every little ache and strain as his worries about survival, the stress of going from place to place constantly. His hand reached down for his leg, taking off the prosthetic. He gently rubbed his small stump, it being fairly sore after the mad dash he had been going through over the past two and a half days especially.
Roadhog noticed his smile slowly started to fade into what seemed to be an exhausted expression. He went over to him and picked him up which caused the Rat to panic, "Oi, oi oi, hands off the goods! What are you doin'!?" He knew once Roadhog had him in his arms, the only time he would escape is if Roadhog let him go. Roadhog turned and started heading for the bathroom and he just knew, no! No! "Don't you fuckin' dare! Get off!" The Hog was smirking so much under his mask as he whispered to Junkrat- "Bath time."