Mission? What mission? All that exists is the moment.
He hasn't the slightest idea how much time passes, because he doesn't care enough to pay attention. All that matters is the music and the company. Even at the most discordant parts of her melody, he takes her by the waist and tosses her into the air and catches her just to spin her down to the length of his arm, a wild ride to endure the pain.
But all good things must come to an end, and the song is no exception. As it dies down, so does Junkrat's feverish attempt to keep up the beat, and through his exerted panting he still maintains a bright, amused smile.
A few moments pass, he bends down to wrap his arms around Fareeha's waist to pick her up and does a neat spin on his prosthetic leg, laughing the whole time. When he comes to a rest, he doesn't quite let her go, still panting and grinning at her from a vantage he doesn't get very often: looking up at her.
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He hasn't the slightest idea how much time passes, because he doesn't care enough to pay attention. All that matters is the music and the company. Even at the most discordant parts of her melody, he takes her by the waist and tosses her into the air and catches her just to spin her down to the length of his arm, a wild ride to endure the pain.
But all good things must come to an end, and the song is no exception. As it dies down, so does Junkrat's feverish attempt to keep up the beat, and through his exerted panting he still maintains a bright, amused smile.
A few moments pass, he bends down to wrap his arms around Fareeha's waist to pick her up and does a neat spin on his prosthetic leg, laughing the whole time. When he comes to a rest, he doesn't quite let her go, still panting and grinning at her from a vantage he doesn't get very often: looking up at her.