Another day of beautiful mayhem had passed, and Jamison was just itching to get this bomb concept working. All he needed was some glue to make this sticky bomb he had in mind. It turned out glue was actually fairly messy. Wasn't great quality glue, mind you, but he had the right intentions! Not really; it was for a heist he'd been feigning for lately. But still!

All this chaos got him tired as his eyes blinked harshly. Jamison decided to head to your room within the shared warehouse on the outskirts of Junkertown for the afternoon and skip his much needed bath. He hopped and settled comfortably next to you, cuddling up, smelling of gunpowder and all sorts of solvents from tinkering with explosives all day. His satisfied, dramatic sigh was interrupted by the impending complaints he'd received from you. Something about hosing off the smell? He didn't listen much to yelling.

"Hey, you're no missus o' mine!" He protested with a playfully irritated grumble.

"Don't need a wash! Gives me the chills all over."