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So guess what. It's FIREWORKS NIGHT! Thundercracker held the box in his servos, kicking Sideswipe's door.
primuswhyme

primuswhyme:

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT WAS HOLY WHAT NOW?

The door was opened (angrily if it were possible for a pneumatic, sliding door to sound angry) and there stood a rather annoyed teed off Sideswipe. “Why are you doing that? What do you want?”

"Ten local time." Thundercracker explained, tapping the tips of his pedes together as he drew random squiggles and swirls in the sand. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink. Went his pedes. "… Want some energon gummies?"

"….okay."

Hey. It was fuel. You had to be an idiot to deny or refuse fuel when offered especially in war time.

So he took the offered treats and fell into silence again.

Just….scrutinizing the other.

What did he want from Sideswipe?

"….what time is it now then?"

point-and-shoot-trio:

The small mech froze when the ripping and tearing stopped.  He couldn’t have heard him.. he couldn’t have..

Dim optics turned to the beast, afraid to move in case he drew his attention.

That plan was quickly abandoned when the huge mech began the throw himself around the hall.  Spectro barely had a change to get to cover, leaping to hide with a different frame only to overestimate his jump, setting it’s armour rattling.

”..frag” he hissed.

It was too late to find cover. Bob had pinpointed the sound, and saw the small one try to dive behind a new deactivated frame for a last ditched attempt at sanctuary.

It was futile.

Bob bounded over, shoved the body aside so roughly it ripped from the wall and clattered across the floor and leaned in to scrutinize his prey.

Face to face with the small Con he leaned in close enough to share a stale breath, and roared.

Scuffed and in no mood for games - not that he ever is - the Praxian merely quirks a finger at Sunstreaker in the hallway. Come here.
speakeasysniper

speakeasysniper:

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

There aren’t words, just a knowing tilt of the helm that shows of the graceful arch of his neck.

He follows.

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Flight rising

((Pffffft. On the other hand come find me. I’m still figuring this site out XD. Username is Raindrop which is uncreative on my behalf and some of you will know why XD.
Anywho dragooooons

tags » Ooc · muntalk · flight rising ·

(Pffffffft)

((I jumped on the flight rising bandwagon XD. I need to find peeps))

tags » Ooc · muntalk · dragooooons · flight rising ·

point-and-shoot-trio:

Spectro took the chance to creep back the way he had came.

Hopefully the creature would be too preoccupied, or he wouldn’t think to follow the trail backwards.

He just needed to get away from the massive beast who’s claws were tearing through those frames like paper.

Some how over the ripping and tearing and his own snarling Bob caught the sound of footsteps.

All motion ceased except for the ominous flattening of his antennas.

He launched from his already deactivated quarry and blindly began to gallop on all fours, thunderous, powerful bounds, to chase blindly for the one who had made the noise.

Scuffed and in no mood for games - not that he ever is - the Praxian merely quirks a finger at Sunstreaker in the hallway. Come here.
speakeasysniper

speakeasysniper:

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

There aren’t words, just a knowing tilt of the helm that shows of the graceful arch of his neck.

He follows.

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Well at the very least, Sides, how would you feel if TC died? I mean, he seems to be the only one on base not immediately flinching away from you.
Anonymous

Sides: “Well things would be quieter at the very least.”

"…which I guess would be a little……"

"I mean weirdly I’m almost used to all of the noise now."

Can you explain the reference?))
Anonymous

Sunny: “I do not know what reference you’re referring to.”

"Well hello, Sunstreaker~ Want to play a game?~" (Mun couldn't resist)
beauty-on-the-tracks

beauty-on-the-tracks:

wily-red-and-galeforce-gold:

That earns a mildly curious look. “A game? What sort of game?”

Tracks grinned chuckling as he pet his whip, “Yes I think you are right it would be much more interesting if he was here~ How about we wait til he returns and then have some fun with him?~”

A tilt of the head.

"I suppose I’ll leave that up to you."

And with that he gracefully strode away from the other in the opposite direction.

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