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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 19:57:23 GMT -5
Light snort from the Hummer as he transformed, unkeyed the door. 'Hide and sugar; such an unlikely combo, but one that amused him all the same.
The kitchen, in contrast to everything else in his house, was small. Very, very small. In fact, everything in it was scaled down to human size; as he'd pointed out once, doing everything in mech form would've been enough to feed bake sales for a week. Just made more sense getting everything small. (That and a not-so-secret love of shopping.)
Ratchet folded down into his alt, again, by a much smaller door. His 'form blipped into existence just in front of it, and he peered around, looking for the familiar black form of the Topkick.
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 20:13:18 GMT -5
Ironhide followed Ratchet into the building, then walked alongside the Hummer with a hand along the edge of the roof. He crouched near the human form and flashed a wry grin down at him. Then in one fluid move, he transformed so his truck mode sat beside the CMO's ambulance and his holoform blinked on.
The soldier took half a step and put his hand on the paramedic's back. "Stop looking like I might have abandoned you," he growled.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 20:59:37 GMT -5
Now that piqued the paramedic, and he turned to the soldier, attempting a lost puppy expression, complete with passable imitation of a whine, little begging 'paws' and sad-doggy eyebrows.
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 21:20:07 GMT -5
Oh, Primus. 'Hide looked into those blue eyes, amusement in his own and one eyebrow ever so slightly quirked. He slid his hand and slowly stroked the back of puppy's neck, then a quick swat to the back of his head.
"That look suits you even less."
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 22:15:52 GMT -5
Ratchet yelped, hand flying up to the back of his head at the swat. He growled, laughter barely concealed, and bumped the soldier with his hip, hard.
"Fragger," he snapped, going through the door.
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 22:41:25 GMT -5
All in all, he enjoyed the medic's reaction. A momentary grunt from the hipcheck, then Ironhide shrugged. "Yeah, yeah."
After following Ratchet through the human-scale door, the soldier leaned back against a counter. He nonchalantly crossed his ankles to tap the toe of one boot against the floor, hands propped on the counter at either side of his hips.
"You want my assistance," he asked, "or I relegated to watching, again."
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 22:47:25 GMT -5
"If," the paramedic said, reaching for a white apron, "You don't eat all the cookie dough again, then sure."
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Post by cetus on Apr 13, 2008 23:10:01 GMT -5
Anything to distract him from commenting on that crazy fragging idiotic 50's housewife-seeming apron.
"That was one time, Ratch," he argued back. "And considering you berated me up and down for it, I've restrained myself since. Haven't I?" Aside from the... numerous... stolen dollops of dough, which he was never sure if Ratchet allowed him or if the medic just didn't catch.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 13, 2008 23:27:19 GMT -5
"Oh, really now," came the slow drawl, accompanied by a sharp sidelong glance over the top of a container of sugar and a bag of flour. Letting him know that Ratchet hadn't missed those several times sudden little dents had appeared in a bowl of cookie mix. And he was sure there were more, too. Sure as he was sparked, but sometimes one just couldn't tell.
"Anyway," he said, dropping the flour and sugar onto the table. It didn't hurt him, and it sure as Pit amused Ratchet to watch the soldier get so happy around sugar. "Sending you the recipes in a file." Little hitch and slight blankness on the 'form's face, as the file was transmitted. "You know where stuff is. You can get me the butter and the lemon. We're making the lemon bars first."
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Post by cetus on Apr 14, 2008 0:23:44 GMT -5
He met Ratchet's glance with a complete and utter lack of any type of repentant look. The soldier stilled long enough for the mech to process the file, then grunted as he pushed away from the counter towards the refrigerator.
Ironhide pawed through, locating the butter and a few lemons. "Zest" required another pause, accessing the internet to determine what that meant. Mutilated fruit rind... interesting. With an eyeroll and a little snort 'Hide brought the ingredients over to Ratchet's workspace and nudged the medic's shoulder with his own. "Eggs next?"
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 14, 2008 1:09:44 GMT -5
"Sure. But drop them and I drop you," he said half-seriously, stretching to reach for the zester and juicer and setting them onto the counter. Ratchet pointed at a bowl. "Two cups flour and two cups confectioner's sugar in there," he said. "Mix them around and I'll add the butter."
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Post by cetus on Apr 14, 2008 1:30:20 GMT -5
"Mech of little faith," 'Hide groused. He trailed a hand up the medic's outstretched arm and nuzzled at his neck. The attempt to distract Mr. All-business-bakery almost as fun as the contact itself.
Then he followed his orders and carefully brought over the eggs. Eesh, he'd had a handle on the holoform mechanics for months by now, no more of the inane rookie mistakes. The soldier measured out the ingredients Ratch had demanded and slated him an amused glance.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 14, 2008 22:56:51 GMT -5
Arched eyebrow, cocked hip as he turned, skin twitching a little from the soft contact. He rotated a shoulder, the shoulder attached to the arm that still had little shivers creeping through from the light caress and answered amusement with a smirk that said 'I know what you're doing and I'm not falling for it, again'.
Still... the paramedic sidled up close to the soldier, half-grin in place as he reached past to grab the butter. "Just reminding."
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Post by cetus on Apr 14, 2008 23:39:35 GMT -5
The paramedic's look might have had been a bit of playful defiance, but then he slid right into the 'line of fire' as it were. 'Hide just shook his head and grumbled, "Processors like a steel trap. Never live down anything with you."
The soldier held his ground. He could have just handed over the ingredient, he could have stepped out of the way. Maybe Ratch wasn't falling for it, maybe he was asking anyway. Didn't stop 'Hide from teasing. Hands reached for the hips so near his own, but instead of a touch, Ironhide just watched the 'form reaching across the counter in front of him with a flash from blue eyes. "So what are your next orders, fearless leader?"
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 15, 2008 0:59:39 GMT -5
Close enough for him to nuzzle into the space between jawline and neck, to feel the heat from 'Hide's 'form. Meeting his gaze square from beneath lowered lashes. His hand landed on the pat of butter and Ratchet pulled away, unwrapping it and eying the chunk, measuring off how much he'd need.
"Cut the butter into the flour/sugar mix," he said, paraphrasing the instructions as he moved off to heat the oven, then snagged a butter knife out of a drawer.
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Post by cetus on Apr 15, 2008 1:24:27 GMT -5
A soft growl, and Ironhide almost leaned with Ratchet's motion.
He splayed his hands on the countertop, then twitched and dropped the butter into the bowl. 'Cutting butter,' he was least interested in learning new cooking terms, but that is what he was stuck with at the moment. 'Hide furrowed his brow, hint of frustration and turned to look at Ratch, of course he'd have all sorts of specialized little human tools, but the soldier was in no mood for more than one hunt.
"You got that little wire tool for that?" And get the frag back over here, slagger...
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 15, 2008 22:13:33 GMT -5
"Here," the paramedic said, handing him a pastry cutter. Grab a lemon, grab a bowl, get the zester, start scraping. 'Hide's irritation wasn't lost on him, and while the 'form attempted obliviousness, the Hummer outside rumbled in amusement.
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Post by cetus on Apr 15, 2008 22:33:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, thanks..." 'Hide's form grunted and mixed the ingredients together with a bit more enthusiasm than was really required. Ratchet had succeeded in occupying his hands, but that didn't mean a little retaliation from the mech himself was out of the question... one of the truck doors snapped open into the Hummer, then slammed shut with an engine growl.
Ironhide smirked, sliding the bowl with the mixed ingredients across the counter to the paramedic.
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 15, 2008 23:06:32 GMT -5
Both Hummer and 'form jumped; the paramedic jabbed 'Hide in the side, growling. "You're going to touch that up for me, fragger," Ratchet muttered, stabbing at the dough a couple of times, checking for consistency before he scraped it out and into a baking tray, pressing it down. "Put that in the oven," he directed, going back to making the filling. Squeezed the juice out of the lemon with a little more force than necessary, dumped it in with the rind, cracked the eggs into the mix, added flour, sugar.
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Post by cetus on Apr 15, 2008 23:35:19 GMT -5
Ironhide winced and rubbed at his side. "Aww, Sunny. Concerned about your precious paintjob?" He grabbed the tray, pausing enough to hazard a concerned look at the paramedic before doing as ordered. Maybe that had crossed a line.
'Hide returned to Ratch and stood behind him, not tempting fate by interrupting the mixing, but placing hands on the medic's back and hip. "Make it up to you," he growled softly. An apologetic nudge at his ear.
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