I mean, I’ll try my best, but I’ve only seen, like, five fireflies. Once. That

I mean, I’ll try my best, but I’ve only seen, like, five fireflies. Once.

That being said, I still think they’re super neat!

——–

“Hooooooooggggg,” Jamison whines, “how much looooonger?”

“Stop.”

“That ain’t answerin’ me question!” He stomps around like a child showing their extreme distaste. “I hate it ‘ere! Why’d we have ta’ come when there’re mosquitoes all over the place?” He demands, scratching his bitten arm.

His attention is drawn to the third party member, and sticks an accusing finger at them. “An’ why aren’t you bothered by 'em!?”

They glance up from the pile of sticks and dirt they were using to busy themself.

“Because, I’m using bug spray?”

“So am I!” He complains, eyes soon locking on a nearby buzz as he angrily tries to swat it down.

They watch him swinging himself around after it, moving to quickly to see the branch that would ultimately be his downfall.

He hits it hard in the chest, landing on his butt. They chuckle inwardly at his misfortune and he huffs.

“At least you’re entertaining, James!”

“Shouldn’t you be watching the pad, or somethin’?”

“Can’t, Hog’s watching his soaps on it.” They gesture over to the other man who was sitting against an adjacent tree, and he gives a halfhearted thumbs up without letting his eyes leave the screen.

They get up and plop themself down next to him, patting his back.

“At least it’s almost dark. We can move out a little in the morning.” They suggest in attempt to comfort him.

Junkrat lets out a defeated sigh, “How does anyone even live out 'ere?”

“Beats me. At least the sunset’s pretty.”

“Yeah.”

They sit close, watching the sun slowly disappear over the trees, overwhelming the sky with a gradual darkness.

Mako finishes his show and turns off his holo-pad, joining them to the right of Jamison.

“…………”

“What the hell is that??!”

“What?” Mako groans at the loss of silence.

“That! Those!” Junkrat points sporadically at the air around them.

“Yeah, what are those?” His partner to his left echoes. Watching the trees around begin to shine with what looked like stars that had fallen from the sky.

“You mean…..the fireflies?” Hog asked.

“THOSE are fireflies?” Junkrat cranes his body around to find his group surrounded by them.

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful.”

“Mmhmm.” Mako raises his hand to touch one, “I haven’t seen one in years.” He admires it fondly.

“Woah!” Junkrat mimics him, but as one approaches, he clasps it within his hands, opening them slightly near his eyes for a closer look. “Look at em’ go!”

He brings his hands over to his left to show his partner.

“Holy hell! It’s butt’s glowing!” They watch it before turning to Mako, “How?!”

“Some kinda chemical, I don’t remember, it’s been too long.” He responds, watching contently as both of their eye grow wide with child like wonder.

Jamison sifts back slightly, a clank sounding behind, suddenly sending the glowing bugs away from the trio. He begins to stand at the sudden wetness on his shorts.

“Awww! James! You broke the spray’s lid off!” They lean away from him, a pout on their lips.

“Oh, now it works!” He pats at his shorts in a sad attempt to dry them.

“While you clean that up, Hog and I’ll go over here,” they state, helping Mako up and leading him a good few feet away from the spray ridden man. “At least the mosquitoes won’t bite you anymore…”