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Post by Latte on Mar 29, 2008 11:13:37 GMT -5
Yes. Rockout. Twins. Sock puppets. ^-^ Little tiny bunny but a persistent little brat.He wondered which one of them had thought of this.
Rockout stood looking up into the faces of two very crude sock puppets. They were on the hands of two much larger almost-his-kinds - Cybertronians, he corrected himself. He was an Allspark-born, they were Cybertronians. The iPod tried to remember the yellow and red mechs' names, but they were annoying him and distracting him, trying to make him talk to the puppets. He glanced around. Allison was busy playing with the sparklings. No help there. He'd just have to do this himself.
Rockout cycled air in a huff, glared at the much more obnoxious sock puppet - the red mech's - then stalked over, grabbed onto the cloth, and climbed up it to stand on the mech's hand and glare at the two mechs. He crossed his arms and his display screen lit up with one simple word he had learned from the internet. He thought it fit perfectly at the moment.
'Fail.'
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Post by Latte on May 7, 2008 20:56:23 GMT -5
Before She Terrifies the Autobots
Rockout flicked idly through his list of songs, settled on the headrest of a chair in the common room. He sat beside a small speaker he had been fiddling with earlier to make it play clearly when it was loud. The tiny mech had climbed up the chair, dragging his speaker behind him. He leaned against it and decided to just pick random songs from his database while he waited for his human to be home so he could go back too.
He spent a while picking random songs, catching the attention of a good few of the mechs and femmes in the common room - the music provided an interesting background noise. At least, until he picked one certain song. It was no different until the chorus came, when a hush began to fall as the music rang out.
"I dug my key into the side of this pretty little souped-up four-wheel-drive - "
Hound winced. That sounded painful. He shifted a little in his seat.
"Carved my name into his leather seats!"
Bee cringed at the thought, doorwings flicking back to press almost flat against each other behind his back. It wasn't real leather, but still, the idea of a knife cutting some hell-furied woman's name into his seats? Bad, very, very bad.
"I took a Louisville Slugger to both headlights - "
That line caught Jazz's audio, and he just barely flinched. Slag, but that sounded painful.
"Slashed a hole in all four tires!"
Even Optimus recoiled a little at that one. Never mind four - what about six?
By the final repetition of the chorus, Hound's arms were firmly against his torso, and Bee's reaction to the idea was not unlike a human male's to being threatened with a kick in the crotch. Jazz's arms were crossed over his chest, and Optimus very inconspicuously checked his tires.
Rockout, having been curled up beside his speaker, was entirely oblivious to the stir his music had caused until the lack of talking reached his CPU once the song was over. Tiny red optics onlined again and he looked around. Now he saw all optics on him, and blinked, then gave the Cybertronians a sheepish, apologetic smile.
"..oops?"
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