SugarCube
Cannon Fodder
The Creative One
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 15, 2008 23:57:35 GMT -5
Ratchet snorted, leant back against him. "Sunny would've had started to attempt to trash your aft twelve ways from Sunday," he muttered, pushing the bowl to one side and turning to face the soldier, hooking his thumbs into beltloops.
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cetus
Gunner
GleeFish
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Post by cetus on Apr 16, 2008 0:24:09 GMT -5
"Sunny is a psychotic," Ironhide grumbled with an eye roll. He looked at Ratchet when he spun under his hands, letting them settle back at hips. "You're, just, amusingly high strung."
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SugarCube
Cannon Fodder
The Creative One
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Post by SugarCube on Apr 16, 2008 4:36:05 GMT -5
"Am not," he protested mildly, half-snuggling into the taller 'form and half tracking the time on the oven.
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 5:42:39 GMT -5
Bumblebee sped down the street, racing at full speed. He spun once, twice, and felt one set of wheels start to leave the ground. He waited till it was far enough off the ground to transform, plant a hand on the ground, and do an aerial flip to prevent a crash, landing on his feet and raising his arms jubilantly. Applause played from his radio. "A perfect 10!"
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 5:48:47 GMT -5
Starscream had been woken by the noise outside. Screeching tires, the sound of a transform and a heavy thump made him open his optics, although his arm was still covering them. Slowly he dragged his arm across his face and blinked his optics.
Fraaag...
His vision was blurry and he realized why. His job as an exotic dancer, although an unusual choice for a mech who was nigh on 50', required that he cover himself in baby oil. The human femmes had a thing for running their fleshy fingers over oiled metal. Strange, but true. Being extremely exhausted when he got home the night before, he failed to wash the oil away and now his optics were gunked up with the stuff. Quickly cleaning them, he wandered outside to see Bumblebee.
"A perfect 10... Heh, right. Your little tumbling act there is nothing in comparison to what I can do."
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 5:55:37 GMT -5
Bumblebee turned to face the seeker and the radio flipped to "You're not so hot yourself." He grinned, adding in his normal voice, "And at least my voice doesn't blow out anyone's audios."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 5:58:40 GMT -5
"The human femmes don't seem to mind," came the calm, if not smug, reply. "I don't see any of them crawling all over you. Besides, I can't help it. It's the way I was built." Starscream had to admit, he hated the sound of his voice as well.
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 6:03:51 GMT -5
"They may not crawl all over me, but at least I can deal with a few scrapes and scratches." Bee rolled his optics. "And I'm not covered in...whatever that stuff on you is. There's this new thing they've come up with. It's called washing, you ought to try it sometime." The Camaro glanced at his own gleaming - if slightly scuffed, sometimes the less-publicized races he had got a big rough - paintjob.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 6:13:59 GMT -5
Starscream glanced down at himself and scowled and mumbled, "S'baby oil. Don't ask. I'm not that particular if my paint gets scratched. Not really." He looked sheepish.
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 6:19:46 GMT -5
"Baby oil - no, you're right, I won't ask." Bee shook his head. "My point still stands, though."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 6:59:15 GMT -5
"And your point was what? That I'm vain and you are not? I have to keep myself looking good for my job." Starscream shrugged.
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 14:02:25 GMT -5
"No, that I'm at least *clean*." Bee snorted and rolled his optics. "Like I said. Washing, try it sometime."
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 14:36:27 GMT -5
Starscream rolled his optics and fought back a yawn, "You try dancing around all night long, music thumping away, women screaming and grabbing for you and you'll see how easy it is to come hom and throw yourself in the berth without a second thought."
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 15:47:56 GMT -5
"And let's see you driving full speed all slagging day around and around without killing any humans, or drag racing down the highway without getting caught or causing any accidents. And not as a jet, either." Bee snorted.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 15:50:12 GMT -5
Starscream raised an optic ridge, "Drag racing down a highway? Oh my. Has our little 'Bee been a naughty 'bot? Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't that highly... illegal?"
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 15:53:45 GMT -5
"Like you have any room to talk? Anyway, it's fun, and so long as you're not caught and no one's hurt, you're golden. There's more important things for human police to worry about than a few racers speeding down some hardly-ever-used quarter-mile of the highway." Bumblebee shrugged.
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 15:55:37 GMT -5
Starscream shook his head and tried to cross his arms over his chest, but they merely slipped down it instead. "See, this is where I have an advantage. If I feel like racing around I do it in the air."
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 15:58:19 GMT -5
"With who, exactly? Half the *fun* of racing is competition." Bumblebee shook his own head. "Why do you think it's so popular?"
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Post by Miss Mandy on Apr 16, 2008 16:00:45 GMT -5
Starscream frowned. "I have no one to race against. I haven't seen Skywarp or Thundercracker in ages. Damn. There are some things about the war I actually miss, believe it or not."
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Post by Latte on Apr 16, 2008 16:02:08 GMT -5
"That ws the point I was trying to make..."muttered Bumblebee, rolling his optics. "And yeah, I believe you."
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