† Overwatch ⤀ Junkertown †

【Hey, watch where you're stepping! Wouldn't want you to trip over me trap... or would I?】

Art ✎ xmoonlitxdreamx

Junkrat strolled into the cramped doctor's office, his gait oddly jaunty, and with hasty bandages wrapped around his arms. The acrid scent of antiseptic assaulted his senses, but he barely noticed, his attention fixated on the nurses bustling about the room.

"Ah, here we go again!" he exclaimed with a grin, his voice carrying its usual manic energy. "Back for another round of crispy burns, mates!"

His arrival was met with a chorus of sighs and amused chuckles from the nurses, who were all too familiar with the man's tendency for homemade explosives gone awry.

"Oi, don't look so glum!" Junkrat continued, undeterred by the minor inconvenience of his injuries. "It's all part of the fun, innit? Besides, I've got you lot to keep me company!"

With a mischievous wink, he plopped himself down onto an examination table, making himself right at home amidst the sterile surroundings. Despite the discomfort of his burns, there was an undeniable sense of camaraderie between Junkrat and the medical staff – a bond forged through countless visits.