”Jamie, it’s late. Come to sleep already.” Roadhog put his book down and lay on the bed. “Just a sec Mako, I’ll finish repairing my gun first.” Junkrat muffled while holding few screw between his teeth. He sat on the floor, surrounded by tools; having his frag launcher on his other hand and screwdriver on the other.
Junkrat replaced the old, rusty screws with new ones. Then he checked out the tapes that were they okay and was there other big repairs to do. Finally he oiled it and watched his gun with pride; “Done! Time to hit the hays.”
“Clean your hands first; I don’t want to get all oily and sticky.” Roadhog chuckled. Junkrat took a small rag and whipped the most oil of his hands. “Oy, where’s my sleepy-shirt?” “Here, catch!” Roadhog throw Junkrat’s big shirt to him. “Thanks.” Junkrat stripped his shor