Nexus. The Black Dog. Mush

[dens_extra_pups]

((OOC Warning: There is mention of butts being patted in one part of this log.))



hsvHot Rod: *as yet another pretty femme shows him her hand and walks away* Awww, c'mon! I'm not that bad!

passing Tracks: *makes a snark about chopped liver*

hsvHot Rod: *GLARES at that Tracks* Like you would know?

Tracks: *steps aside slightly so that Hot Rod can see the Moonracer holding onto his arm* *SMUG*

hsvHot Rod: *massive SULK*

elderly Sunstreaker: What's your problem, kid?

hsvHot Rod: *moodily* None of the pretty girls're interested in talking.

Sunstreaker: What're you trying to talk about? *leans against the porch railing with his butt, absently fiddling with his cane as he does*

hsvHot Rod: None of the girls on the dating channels wanna talk to me, 'n every time I come here, I get ignored. *didn't really pay attention to your question, Sunstreaker*

Sunstreaker: *facepalm* You can't start with, "Hey, baby, what's your sign." You gotta get to know a girl first.

hsvHot Rod: Hard to do that when they won't even talk to me.

Sunstreaker: I doubt it started with no girl wanting to talk to you. *knowing look*

hsvHot Rod: *gonna keep his mouth shut*

Sunstreaker: *and then he's grinning widely and straightening up as a beautifully shaped lady Knockout slips past Hot Rod to take his arm* Got everything you need?

KO: *smirks at him lazily* And a few surprises. *in the form of deluxe blinking choccy candies, and some of that fish oil that makes a gleaming finish*

Sunstreaker: Oooo. *nods absently to Hot Rod and leads his lady away*

hsvHot Rod: *mood going downhill swiftly*

someone behind him: That guy's looking for a woman.

reply: *in a deep alto or a deepish tenor* Hmm. Kinda girly looking.

sbh: Yeah, that's kinda the norm for everyone but you. You already said you didn't wanna Scattershot, so...

reply: Hrrmph.

hsvHot Rod: *looks over his shoulder. Is now curious*

sbh: *is the local Moonracer*

reply: *twenty foot tall slab of pink skinned muscle dressed in a kilt and a bandoleer*

hsvHot Rod: *blink. Blink!* Er...

pink critter: Eh. Trying won't kill me. *turns and strides through the door toward Hot Rod*

hsvHot Rod: *raised brow ridge. Isn't sure the pink creature is talking about him*

pink critter: *strides right up, grabs him, and plants a kiss on him*

Moonracer: :o You were supposed to talk to him first, Rose!

hsvHot Rod: *startled flail gets cut off as his processor starts spinning, and then he's trying to return the favor*

Rose: *pleased sound as one arm goes around him. Other hand rests against his back*

hsvHot Rod: *pleased engine rumble. Likes this lady!*

Rose: *breaks the kiss and lifts her head to study his face*

hsvHot Rod: *derpy grin on his face* Hi. I'm Hot Rod. *HOW THE HECK HE'S STILL COHERENT IS BEYOND THE MUN'S CAPACITY TO PROCESS*

Rose: *cracks a grin* Rose. *moves arm from around him, leaving the other hand on his back. Uses one thick thumb to gently rub the side of his nose* Not as pretty as my dad, but not that girly.

hsvHot Rod: *puzzled now* Who's your dad?

Rose: *hand under his chin to lift his face and look at it from a different angle* Scattershot's his name.

hsvHot Rod: *blink. BLINK!* You mean the pink guy who freaks out if he gets even a slight scratch in his finish?

Rose: *snerk* He never worries about that. He knows Mom'll fix it, and kiss it better.

hsvHot Rod: ... Huh. *attention goes to a girly shriek* *cringe* Wonder what Mal found to chase her guy with this time?

Rose: *smirks as she cups his cheek with her hand* Who cares?

hsvHot Rod: Ever hear that guy scream? Kinda hurts the audios...

Rose: *shrugs, still smirking as she rubs her thumb against his cheek plate* Can you blow ****** up?

hsvHot Rod: *grin* With enough soap, you can blow ANYTHING up!

Rose: Soap? *smirk goes doubtful*

hsvHot Rod: The glycerin in it is part of the formula for fun, explody stuff. *grin*

Rose: *brow ridges shoot upward as realization dawns* *and then she's giving him an admiring look* Beauty and brains on top of a good charge. Hmmm.

hsvHot Rod: *blinks and blushes a bit*

Rose: So whaddya think of goin' slow and gettin' to know somebody?

hsvHot Rod: ... Would that be before or after the fun part?

Rose: *wide grin*

hsvHot Rod: *likes that answer. More snog?*

Moonracer: Oh sheesh! Rose, don't let Nem see you patting his butt like that!

Rose: *turns away in mid return-to-snog to frown at the pale green femme* What's wrong with it?

Moonracer: It's not public behaviour. *blushing*

tDesinex: You're gonna have to go somewhere else if you're gonna continue that. *so much scowl from her spot near the door*

Rose: *scowls at the tiny door keeper* I've seen you kiss yours in public.

tDesinex: I keep my hands above his waist though. *smirk*

Rose: *grumbles something under her breath as she scowls at tDesinex* *turns to hsvHot Rod* Know anyplace we can continue this conversation?

hsvHot Rod: Er... Other than places on Earth back home, no. *sheepish expression as he realizes just how little he knows about the Nexus*

Moonracer: *silently offers Nexus map*

Rose: *flips it open with the patting hand and studies it, then grins*

hsvHot Rod: *expression brightens* Found someplace?

Rose: Yup.

Sideswipe: *leaning shakily against Mirden* Eeesh, I didn't realize Roddy was getting that desperate for a snog.

Mirden: *raised brow as she supports Sideswipe* Isn't that the one that keeps getting told to take a hike?

Sideswipe: Yup. *nose wrinkled as he looks up at Rose*

hsvHot Rod: *ignoring Mirden and the guy she's with* *to Rose* Let's go. :D

Rose: *throws Hot Rod over her shoulder and hauls him off in the direction of the subdivision*

hsvHot Rod: *victory cheer*

Sideswipe: o.0 That guy... has no taste.

Mirden: ... Does he even have a brain?

tDesinex: It's a Hot Rod. They tend to stay home on the days Primus hands out brains because they don't want to get rained on.

Moonracer: *scowls at Sideswipe* You used to come in here just to see if Blackout would kiss you, so you can't talk! *turns and hurries inside*

Sideswipe: *BLUSH*

Mirden: *gentle and careful patpat*

Sideswipe: Well at least my girl's pretty.

Mal: Hey, Rodney, did you see what your alternate just did? *much laughter*

Rodney: Yup. *to Sideswipe* My girl's prettier, AND we have a kid. *proud Dad wearin' the babby in a sling today!*

Trailback: *yap yap yap chatter clickstorm! Hi, peeps!*

Lisa: *SO MUCH BLUSH*

Dusty: *agreeing with Bubby! Doesn't understand what Bubby's talking about, but he'll agree with it as he sits there on Mama's hip!*

Mal: *more snigger* Yeah, I know you're not a zap head. You're one of us people who believe in communication. *then spots a cleaning cloth that got dropped on the floor and missed. Grabs it and turns in a whirl of skirts to chase her mate with it*

DivaShot: *girly squeal of terror as he runs*

Mirage: *pauses on his way into the bar to see if there's any mail for his wife* Yes, I see wonderful communication there.

Rodney: ... He's got it bad for her. *amused headshake*

tKriti: *squeak is audible across the bar*

Lisa: *distracted by the squeak, looks that way*

Dusty: Oh! Uh-oh?


over on the bar


Rhinox: *stops and looks up at his hat* What's wrong?

tKriti: I... I think Galeas is courting me! *SO not sure what to do*

Rhinox: *snorts and resumes wiping glasses* *not unkindly* You just now caught on?

tKriti: *transforming and then she's squeaking again as she nearly takes a tumble from Rhinox's head*

Rhinox: *catches her and sets her safely in a big shot glass*

tKriti: *spazzing and flailing now*

Rhinox: *sighs and pokes her* Stop that.

tKriti: *squeak!*

Rhinox: Stop that too, you'll wake your baby brother up.

tKriti: .>.<.

Rhinox: *picks her up and gently rubs her back* Come on now, circulate.

tKriti: *circulating and bibbling*

Rhinox: *gentle gruffness* Why are you so confused?

tKriti: *mumbles*

Rhinox: *calm and quiet* Still don't understand mumble.

tKriti: *blush* *quietly* Never been courted before.

Rhinox: I'd hope not, at your age.

tKriti: *more blush* Dunno what to do...

Rhinox: What's wrong with what you've been doing?

tKriti: ... *blink. BLINK*

Rhinox: *quietly, with gentle humour* Well?

tKriti: ... I am a derp.

Rhinox: You're a kid. *more quietly* Galeas doesn't realize he's courting, either.

tKriti: *blink blink* Huh. *itty bitty smile, and it's not the one that means someone's in for trouble*

Rhinox: *smiles back* He and Toku are both clueless.

tKriti: *soft snerk* Toku's still derping out about having a real body.

Rhinox: *glances over as he hears a quiet Spazz riot act being read* And not realizing how much trouble he can get in by asking if he can draw the differences between his shell and Hinako's.

tKriti: *facepalm*

Rhinox: *shakes his head and sets her down in the shot glass again so that he can resume polishing*

tKriti: *going to sit there quietly and think over the situation she's found herself in*

Rhinox: *glances over as he hears pan pipe music and sees a Peruvian shepherd boy playing Rodney some music after hearing him speak a familiar language. His little six year old sister is flirting her skirt and offering to dance with Rodney, since Rodney's lady has a partner already* *quiet snerk*

Rodney: *grins and nods. Knows what to do here!*

Trailback: *yap yap yap, flirt, chatter!*

boy: *plays the music, smiling at Lisa and Dusty as well as at Rodney and his sister*

sister: *good dancer for a little one!*

Rodney: *teaching Trailback the right way to dance, is a very good dancer*

Rhinox: *softly* Look, Kriti. Jose and Maria have made some new friends.

tKriti: *peeks over the rim of the shot glass and "d'aww"s softly* *has been taking an interest in the children, but they've always been shy around her, so she hasn't had a chance to really interact with them much*

Rhinox: //Rodney, those kids come here to beg for food. Kriti's been trying to befriend them, but they've never been around 'bots so they won't let her close.//

Rodney: //Aww... Prolly never saw so many people in one place either, going by the dialect they're using.// *tone suggests he's plotting something now, or starting to plot*

Rhinox: //They're from a few years back to you, too.//

Jose: *wide and happy smile as he plays his pipes. He's forgotten the troubles of a poor family and a hungry baby sister right now*

Rodney: //They got reality coordinates?// *dancing fool, with a happy babby on his front*

Trailback: *gleeful crowing as Daddy dances*

Rhinox: //Yes. They just sneak in here every night after the rest of the family's asleep, I suspect. Jose asks for raw potatoes to take home.//

Rodney: //Hmm...//

Rhinox: //They had an orphan lamb in here the other day. Apparently the ewe broke her leg and had to be eaten, and they were trying to get the lamb big enough to have some meat on it.//

Rodney: //Aww...// *trying not to wibble*

Rhinox: //I suspect it died on them.// *slight scowl as he polishes*

tKriti: *so much wibble*

Jose: *finishes the tune and laughs up at Rodney* [Do you know (this other dance), Mr?]

Rodney: *grin* [I do. Lisa doesn't though. Let's teach her.] *nods to Lisa*

Jose: [Maria, you must show the white lady the woman's part of the dance.] *pipes to his mouth*

Maria: *happy chirp despite how thin and small she is* [Alright, Brother!] *looks up at Lisa* [Are you ready, lady?]

Lisa: *nods, glad that Rodney taught her the language and the dialects he knows* [Show me what to do.]

Maria: *hesitates* [First you need a skirt or a shawl, so that you can twirl properly.]

Rhinox: *watches skirt or shawl getting, then glances absently to the end of the bar, where Thor is calling down lightning for the amusement of the pups and Dinobaby. A second glance shows him Vi utterly entranced by the show that the firedancer named Dustfinger is putting on up on the stage. Smirks and returns to his work as some bot over in the corner causes a shell to explode and some Jazz sings near the middle of the room. Over to one side the Kup table is in full roar* //At least the kids have managed to get used to the noise level in here.//

Rodney: //Noise level?// *hadn't even noticed*

tKriti: *sputters and squeaks as she falls back into the shot glass*

Rhinox: *amused facepalm and glances at mWakeJumper as he comes over for a glass*

mWakeJumper: *as he gets the glass* //'Clipse has been trying to find a bag of holding to put food in for 'em, but I told her to wait.//

Rhinox: Better not do that. They could get in trouble if anyone finds it, or the extra food. That's why Jose gets the raw potatoes, and only takes a few. *is thankful that the boy will accept poutine and let his sister eat her fill on it while doing the same himself*

mWakeJumper: *small nod, relays this to his mate* *wince, headshake. Is silently discussing the matter now*

Rhinox: They follow Native Catholicism. That closes minds pretty solidly.

mWakeJumper: *small nod, relays that to mEclipse as well* *attention back to what he was doing originally, clicking to himself softly as he goes*

tKriti: *soft little clicks as she thinks*

Rhinox: *goes down to the lower level, and then returns with slender blue plastic sticks and paper* Here, make some umbrellas while you sit there.

tKriti: 'Kay. *will get to work on that*


over in the nest in the corner of the bar


Spazz: So if you need to cover it with clothes, it's not something you draw, understand?

Toku: *nod nod, blushing massively and ducking his head*

Hinako: *peeking down the front of her pink Domo-kun T-shirt and frowning with perplexity*

Toku: *braves a peek, more massive blush*

Hinako: People aren't supposed to see this?

Spazz: *shakes her head*

Hinako: But you didn't say anything when I left my doll sitting on the bar while I got the dress that I wanted for her.

Spazz: She's a doll.

Hinako: ...So am I.

Toku: Technically, so am I, right? *confused now*

Spazz: o.o; //Rhinooooxx!//

Rhinox: //I have no idea how to explain that.//

Dinobaby: *sits up and growlies from where he'd left the lightning show for a moment to find his sippy cup* Little boobies okay. Big boobies, hrrrn. NOT okay.

Toku: ! *BLUSH*

Spazz: *leans back to look up at the bitty and give him a good stare*

mWakeJumper: *trying not to snicker as he works, because that would end badly for him, given what he's working on mixing*

Spazz: I guess that's as good an explanation as any. Your doll just has some bumps on her chest. Organic guys don't care about those. But they look at stuff like you have.

Hinako: o.0 Oh.

Dinobaby: Toku not organic.

Spazz: *blink*

Toku: *blink blink* ... Unless there's something I missed?

Spazz: You look at Hinako's kibble?

Toku: ... I'm not sure there's a good answer to that. *had meant that if he was organic, he'd missed the LOL happening*

Hinako: Look, Toku! Look at what Dustfinger's doing! Let's go see!

Toku: *distracted* Okay! *will reach for Hinako's hand*

Hinako: *takes it happily, her feet braced and ready for PINpoint*

Toku: *will bring Hinako over to see what Dustfinger's doing*

Spazz: *scratches her head* Well, at least I understood that. That was, "Oh, look! Bunnies!"

Dinobaby: *giggles*

mWakeJumper: Ah, the joys of those with a short attention span. *chuckles as Galeas trips and squeaks because he was distracted by something shiny. Again*

Spazz: *looks up at Mutt* Do you look at Clipsie's chest? It's kind of curved.

mWakeJumper: I'm usually too busy dodging a tool or a bootshop. *startled squawk as the Chromia he's mixing blows up in his face*

Spazz: Huh. *looks down at her own totally flat chest, and then goes to get Dinobaby his cup*


private dining room


table: *has flowers, candles, a big stuffed doll dressed as a turbofox , and a box of choccy candies. Is just waiting for the young mech who has reserved it and ordered these things to arrive with his chosen lady*

Bluestreak: *arriving a bit earlier than the time he told CatScan to meet him. Wants to make sure everything's ready, and that nobody spoils the surprise*

Archiva: *perks when she sees him* I just finished your dining room. Hrafni's drawing butterflies on the paper menus you wanted, and she's nearly done.

Bluestreak: *grins* Perfect!

Archiva: *happy smile* I'll bring you to it, if you like.

Bluestreak: *nods* I'd like that, please, Archiva. I don't think CatScan knows where to go though, because I got here early and I don't think she's ever been to the Black Dog before so I'm wondering if maybe I should have someone show her the way?

Archiva: *pauses* Do you mean a guide from the square?

Bluestreak: *nods* That's where we were going to meet, but I wanted to make sure everything was ready so nobody could spoil the surprise because I don't know whether CatScan will like the surprise or not and I just want things to go well because she's really nice and really pretty and I really like her... *rambling now*

Noelle: *from where she's crouched on the corner of the bar where Rhinox's family hangs out* I'll go. What's she look like? *opens her big red Wust Fee wings and crouches slightly, ready to launch*

Bluestreak: *distracted by the question* She's a Seeker of my tech, and she's really tall and pretty, and she's dark green in color, but she's always been an Autobot, so that'll be easy to spot and... *here he goes again, describing in great detail all the little things he's noticed that make CatScan beautiful to him*

Noelle: Tall green basic tech Seeker. Got it. *launches and is gone*

Archiva: *quick to reassure Bluestreak* She's not mad at you. Noelle's just gruff.

Bluestreak: *distracted* Oh... *expression brightens* Okay! ^_^

Archiva: She's the clerk at the Quick Mart in the mall. *turns to show him which private room is his, leading him down the darkish corridor that leads to the dining rooms and holo room*

Bluestreak: Oooh, sort of like what CatScan does! *happy chatter is a go*

Archiva: *surprised* She's a shop clerk?

Bluestreak: *nodnod* She works at the fuel depot at Autobot City. Sometimes, she visits the Ark, but usually, we don't have a lot of time to talk because of our schedules. This is the first time in awhile where we've both had time off at the same time *more nodnod*

Archiva: *gentle smile* *softly* Are you proposing today?

Bluestreak: *blushes as he nods*

Archiva: D'aww. Are you sure you don't want a chilled bottle of bubbly?

Bluestreak: *blinks and thinks* Um... I don't know if CatScan likes bubbly.

Archiva: *takes the little sample she'd stowed and offers it to him, then opens the door of the room and steps aside so that he can see*

Bluestreak: *inspecting the sample, and then his face is brightening as he sees the room* Oh, wow! This is perfect! Thank you!

Archiva: *smiles* *then nods to the sample* It's a sort of fancy sweet oil.

Bluestreak: *blinks and then he's grinning even more* I think CatScan will like this. *nods*

Archiva: Would you like this kind, or one of the fancier types?

Bluestreak: This kind is fine. *nodnod* *is practically bouncing with anticipation*

Archiva: Alright. I'll be right back. Oh, and please don't drop the ice on the floor?

Bluestreak: I'll be careful. *sincere*

Archiva: *smiles and goes*

Bluestreak: *carefully setting the sample of bubbly down on the table where it won't get knocked over, will move about the room for a few moments, grinning as he sees all the little things that went into making the space look nice*

Archiva: *soon back with the bottle of bubbly in a shiny golden ice bucket. Sets it down on its stand by the seat that's set up as Bluestreak's* Is everything alright?

Bluestreak: *nodnod* Everything's perfect. I just hope CatScan likes it. *starting to fret just a bit*

Archiva: *gentle smile* I'm sure she will.

Bluestreak: I hope so. *just a bit anxious*

Archiva: *scans the corridor, then gently* Would you like a hug?

Bluestreak: *small nod*

Archiva: *steps over and gives him a gentle squish* *quietly* I've never seen this sort of thing go wrong.

Bluestreak: *gentle as he hugs back, and then he's got that shy little grin on his face again*

Archiva: *encouraging smile, and then lets him go and holds up her hand in time to catch the pretty hand decorated paper menus* *offers them*

Bluestreak: Oooh, pretty! *admires the butterflies, which have been accented with gold pen*

Archiva: Is that what you were thinking of? *gently touches the spot where the date is written in fine calligraphy*

Bluestreak: *nods* It's all perfect.

Archiva: *pleased smile. Then turns her head* Here she comes. *hurries out so that Blue's alone*

Bluestreak: *soft, startled squeak, turns toward the door*

Catscan: *quietly* Ouch. Why's it so dark in this hall?

Bluestreak: *meeps and scampers out to help guide the Seeker* CatScan, are you okay? *worry, fret*

Catscan: *perks from where she's standing and holding the end of a bumped wing* Blue! Wow, I didn't even know there was anything back here.

Bluestreak: *going to fuss over your wing now, CatScan*

Catscan: *catches the little grey bot and hugs him to distract him* It's alright. I just bumped it. So what're we hiding back here for?

Bluestreak: *happy snuggles as he's hugged* *then he remembers he's holding one of the menus. Will move to gently lead CatScan toward the table* I have a surprise for you *and there he goes on a quiet, excited ramblefit*

Catscan: *mouth falls open with surprise as she sees the candles, the flowers, and the well known name on that flat white candy box* Huh...?

Bluestreak: *suddenly shy as he moves to pull a chair out for her*

Catscan: But... *frozen in the door, her face a little blank with confusion*

Bluestreak: *nervous rambling about... what is he even talking about this time?!*

Catscan: *quietly, still very confused* Blue... what is all this?

Bluestreak: *ducking his head a bit and blushing *mumbles something about trying to be romantic*

Catscan: *now utterly gobsmacked* What?? But what about Wheeljack?

Bluestreak: *can you hear the mental brakes screeching to a halt?*

Catscan: *giving him a reproachful look, was sure she understood what was going on there, basing her deductions on some aspects of human culture (like that manga those human girls at the mall were looking at the other day)*

Bluestreak: But Wheeljack's my brother and he and Pacer are married and Eclipse calls Pacer 'Mom' and everything, *very confused rambling*

Catscan: *reproach turns to real confusion* But you sleep with him, and clean his apartment, and I've seen him hug you and kiss you on the cheek more than once.

Bluestreak: *a bit sheepishly* We've picked up a lot of habits from the humans, and I just room with him and Pacer and since Eclipse calls me Dad, we figured it would be better to live together while she was growing up so she wouldn't get confused and we just kind of kept up the habit and I like cleaning...

Catscan: *catches on that* Yeah, Eclipse calls you Dad...

Bluestreak: *still rambling about family stuff and brothers rooming together*

Catscan: *stares at him, then reaches to hesitantly poke him*

Bluestreak: *startled squeak, forgot what he was talking about*

Catscan: Why does Eclipse call you Dad?

Bluestreak: Oh! Because the coding samples she was made from came from Wheeljack and me, and nobody realized it until after she was born. It was a random selection thingy Perceptor came up with. *slight shrug* I don't get how it works though.

Catscan: *blink blink* Um. But I feel like I'd still be taking you away from Wheeljack.

Bluestreak: *innocent grin* Wheeljack just recently brought in a brand new bed that's ginormous! He wouldn't tell me why though, and he and Pacer and Eclipse wouldn't tell me why they were grinning about it either, I mean, yeah, it's really bouncy, but I don't think we're allowed to jump on the beds...

Catscan: o.o I think he knows you like me, and I think he thinks I'm moving in with you guys.

Bluestreak: *blink, BLINK* ... *BLUSH* Oh. But you don't have to if you don't want to, I mean... *trails off and squeaks as some of what CatScan just said sinks in*

Catscan: *and then what he's been saying really hits her, and she wobbles with surprise, starting to blush*

Bluestreak: *suddenly too shy to do more than squeak and blush*

Catscan: *circulating deeply with shock* Blue... you're going to PROPOSE??

Bluestreak: *squeak, blush, nod*

Catscan: *brainbroken silence as she stares at him* *still blushing*

Bluestreak: *shy rambling about lunch*

Catscan: *stare. Blush. Slowly lift a hand toward him*

Bluestreak: *shyly reaches for her hand*

Catscan: *clings with a hand that is shaking slightly. It just does not compute that someone actually likes her well enough to want her for his mate*

Bluestreak: *gentle tug toward the table and chairs, is talking quietly about having nice things to eat for lunch and aren't the decorations pretty? Hrafni worked very hard on them and they're decorated with gold ink*

Catscan: *sudden tears!*

Bluestreak: *meeps and proceeds to fuss, will also offer hugs and comforting clicks*

Catscan: You... you don't want to marry me. I'm big, and clumsy, and I never even went to Academy.

Bluestreak: *thinks he knows what to do here!* CatScan, you're not clumsy at all, and who cares if you didn't go to Academy? I think you're wonderful. *will begin listing all the things he likes about you now, CatScan. Good luck getting him to stop!*

Catscan: *optics getting brighter and brighter with surprise as she listens*

Bluestreak: *continuing on, and already long past the physical attributes* And you're always nice to everyone, even Ironhide when he's cranky because the triplets kept him and Chromia up all night, and you don't even flinch when Motormaster and the rest of the Stunties start roughhousing on the floor...

Catscan: *feeling a little dizzy and faint now. Remembers something Moonracer told her about a quick cure for faintness* *quietly and shakily* Will you kiss me?

Bluestreak: *surprised squeak, distracted from his train of thought. BLUSHES as he realizes what CatScan just asked him. Shy nod*

Catscan: *still quiet* Because I think I'm going to reboot otherwise. *leans against him woozily*

Bluestreak: *soft meep. The kiss he gives her is shy, and gentle, as though the gunner is afraid of hurting her*

Catscan: *sighs with relief as her head stops spinning, and then gently hugs Bluestreak* *quietly* Yeah... I'll marry you, Blue, because you're awesome.

Bluestreak: *blink blink, shy little grin* Aw... I'm not that awesome.

Catscan: *scrunches down a bit so that she can lay her head on his shoulder* You're totally awesome.

Bluestreak: *blush* *snuzzle*

Catscan: *bit of a smile as she finally fully realizes that she has a boyfriend and her spark goes warm and fuzzy as a result* *shy little kiss on his cheek* Do you want to sit down now?

Bluestreak: *nod* S-Sure. *will move to carefully pull out the chair for CatScan, intending to do like Spike taught him to do when eating a meal with a lady*

Catscan: *nearly misses the chair and squeaks as she bumps her wing against him, but is quickly safely seated*

Bluestreak: *will gently fuss over the bumped wing*

Catscan: *shyly* It's okay. I get worse during my flying lessons.

Bluestreak: Still... *going to feel bad about bumping into her wing, even as he carefully slides her chair closer to the table*

Catscan: *has noticed the doll. Soft squeal* It's you!

Bluestreak: *blink* Huh? *looks over from where he's settling in his own chair* Oh, yeah... *sheepish grin* *forgot about getting that for the Seeker*

Catscan: This is soooo adorable! *loveadolly!*

Bluestreak: *small grin* I'm glad you like it, CatScan. *will move to sit down*

Catscan: *gasping now as she looks at the beautiful paper menu he lay in front of her, will read it as she continues to hug the dolly*

Bluestreak: Oh! *will move to get up and pour some of the bubbly for CatScan, and then wait on her hand and foot for the rest of the meal*


out on the porch


Bob: *trying to figure out what's gotten his mate so excited. She's so worked up that he can't even use their bond to try and figure out what she's feeling* *and all that chatter is frightening him!* D:

tfanPerceptor: *can see the tiny, winged sparklet that is being carried by a human. Is curious and theorizing about the differences in construction between Basic tech and the sparklet, and is also theorizing about why a human is its caregiver*

Bob: *slight wibble, but then steels himself and puts his hands on her shoulders*

tfanPerceptor: *slight start, puzzled blinking*

Bob: *gently turns her to face him. Softly, his voice shaky as he hangs his head with fear and shame* I can't understand what you're saying, Perceptor.

tfanPerceptor: *blinks a bit more, then she's apologizing quietly and gently trying to show Bob what caught her attention*

Bob: *looks, his arm slipping around Perceptor's shoulders. Quietly* That's Den and her son bittyDrillboy.

tfanPerceptor: *slight headtilt, and a small nod. Is still curious about bittyDrillboy's tech*

Bob: *can feel the curiosity now* What do you want to know?

tfanPerceptor: His tech resembles Basic, though it also appears considerably more complex...

Bob: He's based on a human made police robot. Den's husband found him in a toybox here in the Nexus.

tfanPerceptor: *blink. Blink! Curious about realities of that tech now* *looks to Bob's arm as she asks* Can you tell me anything about realities of that tech?

Bob: *gentle hand on her cheek* *softly* We could go to the library, if you think Kup won't be insulted by having to go home alone.

tfanPerceptor: *blinks and looks for Kup* *sees that the femme is swapping BS for BS with jvKup and hsvFlashpoint* I believe she may be otherwise occupied, Bob.

Bob: *looks over and comms the gruff femme who is the head of the family that he now belongs to* *slight smile* She just told me to stop fussing.

tfanPerceptor: *slight smile* Shall we, then?

Bob: Alright. Do you want to walk? Or... *shy bit of blush* I could fly you there.

tfanPerceptor: *slight blush* Let's fly. *small smile*

Bob: *and there's that sweet smile that only appears for those he loves* Alright. *takes his arm from her shoulders and turns to walk toward the steps down from the porch*

tfanPerceptor: *leans on him trustingly. She does enjoy flying with Bob, now that she's gotten used to doing so*

Bob: *lifts her gently into his arms with her back to his chest, then rubs his cheek against her helm before launching and flying toward the library*

kvKup: *absent frown as he watches that couple depart, glances toward where his counterpart is swapping BS for BS with a femme of the big chin tech and that crazy former human who goes by Flashpoint now* *frowns more as he watches the guy of similar tech to his own pull another female Perceptor close with one arm*

Twilight: *came to the Nexus with CatScan, and then decided to explore a little before coming to the Black Dog to see if Kup's finished the meeting that he tells her so many stories about as she helps him during the days*

kvKup: *expression a bit distant as he watches the happy couple and thinks about a voice that he last heard back on Cybertron millenia ago*

another voice: *soft and bright, intrudes on his thoughts as Twilight sees him and goes to him* Here you are, sir!

kvKup: *slight start, looks to the voice*

Twilight: *hand on his arm. Softly* I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

kvKup: It's alright, kid. What're you doin' here?

Twilight: *gives him that sweet smile that made Jazz decide she had what it took to help a crochety, broken down old soldier with his day to day life* I came to see if you were ready to come home.

kvKup: Lemme pay my tab. *moving to get up*

Twilight: *quickly moves so that her shoulder is where he can use it as an aid to standing, like she always does*

kvKup: *small nod as he accepts the offered help without his usual grumbling*

hsvFlashpoint: *looks that way* Leavin' us, Kup?

kvKup: Yeah, kid. Got things t' do, 'n tabs t' pay.

hsvFlashpoint: Not t'day, y'u don'. Gotcher tab, 'n ev'ry'un else's too. 'N Ah don' wanna 'eah a word 'bout 't.

Twilight: *looks up at the tall, strangely made femme with wide blue optics, then glances up at Kup to see how he's going to take her words* *is ready to sooth temper*

kvKup: *snorts* Fine. But next time, it's on me.

hsvFlashpoint: *snerk* Fat chance, boss.

kvKup: *mock scowl for the red femme* I gotcher 'boss' right 'ere.

jvKup: *amused snort*

Twilight: *reaches up to pat the hand on her shoulder with her own slender one*

kvKup: *stinkeye that holds no real heat in it for the red Baytech flier, then he's nodding to Twilight* Let's go home, kid. I don't even wanna think about what Hot Rod's talked Flareup into doin'.

hsvFlashpoint: Same tahm next week? *fond amusement for the former drill sergeant*

kvKup: *smirk* You know it, kid.

jvKup: *nods to his alt* Who's the kid?

Twilight: *look of mild protest at being called a kid, those wide blue eyes holding reproach*

kvKup: This 's Twilight. 'N she ain't a kid. *stinkeye for his counterpart*

jvPerceptor: *softly, in warning to her mate* Kup... *can feel him readying an answering retort to his alternate*

jvKup: *quiet grumble*

kvKup: *slight nod* Twilight c'n hold her own well 'nough when she needs t'.

jvPerceptor: *softly* I'm sure my mate meant no disrespect.

hsvFlashpoint: Yeah, t' a clunker lahk 'im, ev'rybot but Alpha Trion 'n Ahrnhahd proly seems lahk a newspark.

jvKup: *levels a scowl at hsvFlashpoint*

kvKup: *amused snort*

jvPerceptor: *reproachful look for Flashpoint as she cuddles her mate's arm comfortingly*

jvKup: *light of challenge in his optics as he tells hsvFlashpoint off without cussing*

hsvFlashpoint: *laughs and puts her arm on the bench in challenge*

kvKup: *amused headshake, looks to Twilight* Let's go home.

Twilight: *looks up, smiling again* I came with CatScan, so we'll have to use your PINpoint, sir.

kvKup: Alright. *will get it out*

jvKup: *frowns at him* You ain't even gonna take 'er inside 'n let 'er see the entertainment?

hsvFlashpoint: Oy! Quitcher fussin' 'bout 'im 'n focus on wh't's 'mportant!

jvPerceptor: Flashpoint, please...

kvKup: *snerks and shakes his head* At this point, all I wanna do is make sure Hot Rod isn't gettin' himself 'n Flareup int' trouble.

Twilight: *looks up, quick to offer reassurance* He's alright, sir. Jazz was helping him fart in Warpath's general direction when CatScan and I left.

kvKup: *as his jv counterpart and the Baytech Flashpoint fall victim to the snorting giggles, he's snerking and shaking his head* Gotta wonder what the Matrix was thinkin', choosin' Jazz fer Prime.

Twilight: *quizzical look* Sir?

dvKup: *wanders out holding Chip Dancer's hand* That hit the spot. Nothin' like a good gummi ham steak after a hard day.

kvKup: *quiet, contemplative rumble as he thinks*

Twilight: *still watching him and waiting to see what he needs. Also trying to work out why her words made those other bots laugh like that*

kvKup: *putting on grumpy airs for the moment* Slaggit, I'm hungry now. *stinkeye for dvKup*

dvKup: *grins at him cheerfully* Need any credit?

tfanKup: *chortling gleefully as she PINpoints away after kicking jvKup on the skid*

jvKup: *shakes his fist at the retreating counterpart*

hsvFlashpoint: *as she and jvKup get back to armwrestling* 'E's on mah tab f'r t'day. 'F Ah'da known y'u 'n Dancer were 'eah, Ah'd'a put y'all on 't, too.

dvKup: *shrugs* Me and those other two old farts 'n their dolls decided ta have steak after you all left the table.

hsvFlashpoint: Fahn... *chuckles as she and jvKup armwrestle* Next tahm, y'all're on mah tab.

dvKup: Unless Blackout decides she's payin' again. *leads his lady down the steps*

kvKup: *moving to head inside*

Twilight: *quick to make sure that she's where she needs to be for Kup to lean on her*

kvKup: *making his way to the bar, intends to order gummi ham steak for Twilight*

Twilight: *glances around for CatScan as they walk, but then startles as she hears thunder from up ahead* Oh!

kvKup: *startles and looks up*

Thor: *standing on the bar and holding his hammer aloft as Sif sits nearby and cuddles happy sparklets*

kvKup: *frowwwwn*

Twilight: *has never seen anything like that in her life. Yes, she's kind of scared and wondering if she should take Kup away from here*

kvKup: Isn't that that Thor mook from the movie Rewind showed? *thinking out loud and scowling*

Twilight: *blinks and looks again* ...It looks like him. *and then she meeps softly as a cloaked figure stops next to them*

Tarantulus: Yes, that's Thor. Would you like to sit at the bar, at a table, or in one of the booths? *has no mask today!*

Twilight: *looks up at Tarantulus' face without flinching as he speaks, then turns her gaze to Kup to see what he says*

kvKup: Table. *frowning as he tries to figure out what's different about the cloaked mech*

Tarantulus: *nods and moves to lead Kup and Twilight over to an empty table*

Twilight: *softly to Kup as she follows the cloaked mech* //He's been through a lot.//

kvKup: *slight nod of agreement* //Yeah... He's not wearin' a mask t'day.//

Twilight: *glances up at him, her optics a bit light with concern* //He's not moving freely, either.//

kvKup: *small frown* //How d' ya figure?//

Twilight: //He's got a slight hitch in his right hip.//

kvKup: *frowning as he really watches Tarantulus. Blinks as he sees what she's talking about* //I see what you mean, Twilight.//

Twilight: *softly* //I think one of the muscle cables on the other side is a bit tight too. Someone had to shorten it to reconnect it.//

kvKup: *frown* //Kid needs Ratchet to fix him up right.//

Twilight: *as she pulls out the chair for him* //Would he be able to make the cable longer?// *soft thanks to Tarantulus*

kvKup: *as he carefully sits down* //Might be able t' replace it and fix things.//

Twilight: *tries to push Kup's chair in, grunting with her effort*

Tarantulus: *gently* Here. *moves to help push Kup's chair in*

kvKup: *very slight frown. Can hear things grinding in the waiter's hip*

Twilight: *absent hand on Tarantulus' leg as she steps out of his way* Thanks.

Tarantulus: *nods and moves to get a menu from his mate, whose doorwings are twitching and held at a high angle*

Twilight: *moves to where Kup can see her, standing close by his chair* *slightly shaken* I could feel the cable vibrating when he moved, Kup.

kvKup: *wincing* *quietly* His mate c'n feel it, too. *slight nod toward the blue femme* Kid's hurtin'.

Twilight: *small face puckers with sympathy*

kvKup: *quiet clicks for Twilight as the waiter returns to ask if they want a menu*

Twilight: *sadness in her expression as she looks up at the waiter*

Tarantulus: *puzzled expression* Is something wrong?

kvKup: *nods toward the waiter's hip* That's buggin' ya, isn't it?

Tarantulus: *blink. Blink. Confused mech is confused* What are you talking about?

Twilight: *softly, without looking up* Your hip is grinding, and that short cable's fraying.

Tarantulus: *slight frown* It's nothing to worry about.

kvKup: *gruff scowl* It's hurtin' yer mate.

Tarantulus: !

kvKup: 'N we don't need menus. Give us two gummi ham steaks with everythin'.

Tarantulus: *small nod, will move to take the order to the cook, glancing worriedly at Showtime as he goes*

Showtime: *will gently patpat her mate's hand when the mech reaches to touch her shoulder* *bites her lower lip when she sees the glance Tarantulus gives her*

Twilight: *looks up at Kup, faith that the old soldier will know what to do is clear*

kvKup: *frowns muchly as he sees that the waitress isn't sure about saying something to her mate*

Twilight: *softly* Sir?

kvKup: *quietly as he watches Tarantulus head for the kitchen* She's not sure what to do. Wonder if someone c'n knock some sense int' the mech's head?

Twilight: Can't you talk to him? *then meeps softly and startles as a hand lands on her shoulder*

tfanKup: *gentleness in her gruff voice* Leave it t' me. *overheard enough of the conversation to realize what was going on*

kvKup: *raised brow ridge* You sure 'bout that?

tfanKup: *as she moves her cy-gar from one corner of her mouth to the other* Yup. Was drill sarge for an Optimus like that. I know how t' get through t' him.

Twilight: *big blue eyes are now shining*

kvKup: *small nod* If yer sure.

tfanKup: *amused snort, and a gentle patpat for Twilight's shoulder*

Twilight: *shy smile for the lady Kup*

tfanKup: *will move to follow after Tarantulus*

Twilight: *turns her attention back to the job that she loves. Offers Kup a couple energon pellets from the bowl on the table* *knows that he thinks of them*

kvKup: *grumbles a bit and mutters about energon pellets only being good for throwing at sharkticons*

Twilight: *wide grin, but then sobers and looks over to where Showtime is now hugging Tarantulus*

kvKup: *looks, sighs. Shoulders slump* *dejectedly* 'N all the happy couples get to be mushy together.

Twilight: *quizzical look* Sir?

kvKup: *optics downcast as he absently rubs at something someone scrawled on the table in pencil* No femme'll ever want anything to do with a rusty old scrapheap like me.

Twilight: *sudden indignation* That's not true!

kvKup: *startles and looks up*

Twilight: You're not rusty. I've spent enough time polishing you to know!

kvKup: *frown* *headshake* It's a figure of speech, Twilight. *still a bit dejected*

Twilight: *quiet and firm* Even if it is, you're still wrong. I like being with you.

kvKup: *quietly* Meant romantically, Twilight. Ain't a femme around who'd be interested in me like that.

Twilight: *firms her chin in her little heart shaped face* I am.

kvKup: ... *raised brow ridge* You're jes' saying that t' be nice.

Twilight: *hands on hips and big optics flashing for a moment. Then she climbs on his lap, throws her arms around his neck, and tries her best to kiss him. Isn't really sure how to do it, but she's trying*

kvKup: 0_0 *very surprised*

Twilight: *little squeak as she nearly slides off his legs*

kvKup: *the squeak brings him back to his senses and he puts his arms around the minibot to keep her from falling*

Twilight: *hides her blush against his shoulder, feeling disappointed by Moonracer's lack of detail in her kiss stories* I have no idea how that works. But I'm not just being nice, sir.

kvKup: *blink. Blink. Slight blush* *isn't quite sure how to respond to that* *will hesitantly rub her back*

Twilight: *automatic snuggle at the back rubbing, and a soft whisper of a real purr*

kvKup: *more blush at the snuggle, will continue rubbing her back, absently wondering how loud he can get her to purr*

Twilight: *optics switch off with contentment as that soft whisper becomes a steady little thread of sound*

kvKup: *slight quirk of an amused grin, continues the backrub*

Tarantulus: *bringing the steaks, will pause when he sees the scene before him*

Twilight: *optics back on as she catches the scent of gummi ham. Looks up at the waiter. Softly* This is mine.

Tarantulus: *amused snerk, will set the plates down on the table* Want me to get two more witnesses?

kvKup: *blink blink, and then he's boggling*

tfanKup: *snerk* Just need one more witness. *was sticking close to make sure Tarantulus didn't try to put off getting medical treatment and heard the claim*

kvKup: *gives tfanKup a wide-opticked look, which has the femme chuckling*

tfanKup: You're gettin' claimed. What're ya gonna do about it?

kvKup: ... *comming Hot Rod, Arcee, and Springer*

Twilight: *softly, to the lady Kup* He's calling his kids.

tfanKup: *small nod, chuckles* Figures.

Tarantulus: I'll go get more steaks. *moving to put action to his words*

tfanKup: *amused snort*

kvKup: *to Tarantulus* Make sure the one fer Hot Rod's cut up.

Tarantulus: *looks over his shoulder to give Kup a puzzled look*

kvKup: *in response to the look* Kid's still kinda shaky.

tfanKup: Shaky how? *scowl of concern*

kvKup: He risked his spark to save a bunch of humans when the reactor they were testin' went haywire... Nearly did himself in.

tfanKup: *squares her jaw, and then goes home to check on her own Hot Rod*

Twilight: *blinks as the femme leaves. Looks up at Kup*

kvKup: *frowns as he watches the femme leave* *quietly* Her Hot Rod's probably hurt, too.

Twilight: *small wibble* Oh...

Springer: *from the direction of the door, dismay in his voice as he pauses with Hot Rod's arm over his shoulder* Did he hurt himself, Twilight?

Hot Rod: *one arm over Springer, one arm over Flareup, Arcee propping him in the back, worried frown for Kup*

Arcee: *worried that Kup did somehow hurt himself, even as she and Flareup help Springer keep Hot Rod steady* What's going on?

Flareup: *notices how Twilight's sitting, and that Kup's got his arms around the minibot. Raised brow ridge* I don't think Kup's hurt, guys...

kvKup: *bit of a stinkeye for Springer* Slag, no, I didn't hurt myself.

Springer: *guides the group over to where Kup doesn't have to turn like that to see them* Then what's going on, Kup?

Hot Rod: *lifts a brow* *over their team channel* //...Kup, are you blushing?//

Arcee: *blink. BLINK!*

Flareup: *soft snerk*

kvKup: *SCOWL at Hot Rod, is indeed blushing* Quiet, you.

Hot Rod: *crooked and broken, but happy grin* *to Twilight, in his staticked whisper of a voice* Good work.

Springer: ...I'm missing something here, aren't I?

Arcee: Yes, you are, Springer. *is smiling as she says that*

Flareup: *grin* Kup's got a girlfriend!

kvKup: *MASSIVE blush*

Twilight: *blushes herself and looks down, but speaks up quietly and firmly* Kup has a wife.

Hot Rod: *grin is wider now*

Flareup: *surprised sound*

Arcee: 0_0 Congratulations, sir.

Springer: Wait... what?

Hot Rod: *soft urk sound as his legs give out*

Springer: *now hustling brother to a seat*

kvKup: *wants to fuss over Hot Rod, but at the same time, he doesn't want to let go of Twilight*

Twilight: *ready to jump down and help at the first sign it's needed*

Springer: Girls, help a little? He's gone limp again.

Flareup: *meeps and moves to help get Hot Rod propped up*

Arcee: *moving to do likewise, gently fussing over the former Prime*

Hot Rod: *expression of quiet resignation on his face once his siblings and his girlfriend have him sitting in his chair. Sadness is in the optics that go to meet kvKup's, as is embarrassment*

Springer: *tying him into the chair with a clear strap*

kvKup: *small, understanding nod for Hot Rod*

Flareup: *will gently cuddle Hot Rod once he's secure in the chair*

Hot Rod: *hides his face against her helm, one arm coming up uncertainly to hold her close*

Flareup: *gentle forehead nuzzle*

Twilight: *softly rounded jaw clenched to keep from wibbling*

Springer: *pats brother on the shoulder, and then moves over to pull a chair out for Arcee, his expression a pensive frown*

Arcee: *trying to hide her worry as she sits down*

kvKup: *throat clearing sound, trying to distract the kids from fussing over Hot Rod and embarrassing the poor kid further*

Springer: *attention snaps to Kup, and then he's blinking again* ...Wife?

kvKup: *ducks his head slightly, blushing again* *mutters something about feeling like a cradle robber*

Twilight: *reproving look* You are not.

Flareup: *can't help but snerk at that*

Springer: *lost again* Wait, what?

Hot Rod: *snerk is muffled by Flarup's helm*

Arcee: *to Springer* Kup's embarrassed because he thinks he's too old for Twilight.

Springer: *looks at his mentor with a slight frown, checking Kup's body language before he says anything*

kvKup: *blushing, but not letting go of Twilight or giving any indication that he wants to let go of the minibot*

Springer: No he doesn't. He wouldn't be holding onto her like that if he did.

kvKup: *ducks his head and blushes more* *mutter* Razzin' frazzin', turbo-revvin' punk...

Hot Rod: *static, frrrrzt*

Springer: *looks at him quickly*

Flareup: *worry worry*

Hot Rod: *sigh. Common frequency instead* //I witness.//

Flareup: *blinks, and then she's chuckling softly* I witness, too.

Springer: So do I. *grin!* *then looks at Arcee*

Arcee: *amused* You think I wouldn't witness, too?

Springer: I don't know. I've never figured you out.

Flareup: *cracking up now*

kvKup: *shoulders shaking as he snickers*

Arcee: *will bap Springer on the arm*

Springer: Ouch!

Tarantulus: *arriving with the rest of the steaks*

Springer: *nearly gives himself whiplash as he catches that scent*

Tarantulus: *moving to set plates down on the table*

Hot Rod: *surprised look, and then a wide grin when he sees that his plate has steak and sides too* //Ratchet would have a fit.//

Flareup: It'd be worth it. *grins as she sees Hot Rod's steak is cut up into bite-sized pieces. This means she can snuggle close and feed the mech. Pleased femme is pleased*

Hot Rod: //Is that softboil on my mashes?//

kvKup: *looks* *amused snerk* Looks like it, kid.

Hot Rod: *happy sound*

Springer: You're not that old, Kup.

kvKup: *stinkeye for Springer*

Springer: *nonplussed. And then sighs. After all that thinking he spit out the wrong reply. Waste of processor power. Oooo, steak*

Arcee: Ratchet's going to be confused. *amused, even as she watches Flareup offer Hot Rod a piece of steak topped with some of the mashes*

Twilight: *peeks at the pink and white femme* Confused by what, Arcee?

Arcee: Why we didn't bring him some steak. *chuckles*

Twilight: *confused now*

Hot Rod: *snerks around his mouthful of nom* //He likes pizza. And sammiches. Has he ever had steak?//

Arcee: *blinks* That's a good question.

kvKup: He can buy his own *bleeping* steak.

Twilight: *reproving look for the language*

Hot Rod: XD

Flareup: *snerks and offers Hot Rod another bite of steak*

Hot Rod: *kisses her finger as he noms*

Flareup: *blushes a bit*

Twilight: *very softly as Springer and Arcee get in a discussion about how to open a botato* You're not too old, sir.

kvKup: *blushes* *quietly* 'M still more than twice yer age, Twilight.

Twilight: I don't understand why that's an issue. You're kind, and handsome...

kvKup: *more blush* *small* Still older than you by a lot...

Twilight: *firmly, getting a bit exasperated* It's not an issue.

kvKup: *blinks a bit at the firm tone*

Flareup: *glances that way*

Springer: *just ducked instinctively at the tone*

Twilight: Seriously, sir. It's not an issue. *clearly wants that argument dropped*

kvKup: *small nod*

Twilight: *and then blushes a little and puts a hand on each of his shoulders, measuring how wide they are*

kvKup: *puzzled expression is a go* Twilight, what are you doing?

Twilight: *blinks, and then blushes and hides her face in her hands*

Flareup: *soft chuckle*

Arcee: *knowing smile for Twilight. Has done the exact same thing before with Springer*

Springer: So are you two going to need a week off? *talking around a big mouthful of fuel*

kvKup: *blink. BLINK!*

Twilight: *softly* We're just word bonding. *knows that the thought of taking her with him when he goes to the Well would bother her mate*

Kup: *lips thin for a moment as he thinks this over before he's nodding his agreement* *would never forgive himself if that happened*

Springer: So, have you kissed him yet?

Twilight: 0_0 *blush*

kvKup: 0_0 *BLUSH*

Arcee: *trying to distract Springer* I think your mashes have softboil on them, too, Springer.

Springer: *frowns at her. Embarrassing Kup here, do you mind?*

Hot Rod: *just managed to kick his brother in the shin* *smug*

Springer: *yelping*


over at the bar


Jetfire: *shockingly, is at the bar by himself*

Nemesis: *notices him as he settles on a stool* What's yours?

Jetfire: *rumbles quietly as he thinks. Takes a bit longer than usual to answer* Someth'n' light. *just came in from smearing his headless horseman alternate across the street* *has also clearly been encouraging Thor shenanigans aimed toward his person*

Nemesis: *snerk* Softboil on ham flavour blitzbread?

Jetfire: *blinks a bit before nodding slowly* Aye. T'at'd 'it th' spot.

Nemesis: *makes him a plate of his favourite snack to eat while drunk* *drops plate on the bar in front of him, and then looks over toward the door, where Deherree is peeking into the building*

Deherree: *softly, though Tarantulus will be able to hear her* Seaspray, if you keep Jetfire from noticing us, I'll pay you well.

Seaspray: You're not supposed to be cuddling that mech?

Deherree: Shut up, I'm not!

Gunmax: Totally not, Baby! *sounds so pleased with where he is*

Tarantulus: *quick glance over his shoulder*

Seaspray: He looks nearly as smug as that one baytech Hot Rod does right now, over where he and that big pink dame are passed out on the patio of one of the big houses in the subdivision.

Deherree: ...I haven't even kissed you yet. What are you so smug about?

Gunmax: Being here.

Deherree: Loser.

Tarantulus: *amused chuckle, returns his attention to finishing his shift and reassuring Showtime that he'll get his hip looked at after work*

Seaspray: *wanders in a moment later and pauses next to Jetfire. Looks thoughtfully at the old Seeker*

Jetfire: *rumbling contentedly to himself. Is pleasantly buzzed and knows he'll be eating good fuel soon* *doesn't seem to notice Nemesis already set the fuel down*

Seaspray: *realizes that he's forgotten about his noms or doesn't see them. Elbows him lightly*

Jetfire: *slight start, gives Seaspray a confused look*

Seaspray: Is this your snack? *pokes the plate with one finger*

Jetfire: *blinks and looks, then his expression is brightening* Aye!

Seaspray: *soft snerk* Deherree and Gunmax paid me to keep you from noticing that they're sitting over in Devcon's usual berth, cuddling.

Jetfire: *blink blink* *snerk* Those two... *rumbles quietly*

Seaspray: What do you think of organic dames?

Jetfire: 'S long as t'ey don' fear possibly gettin' squished, ain't gotta quarrel wit' 'em.

Seaspray: How about one my size? *grins*

Jetfire: *blinks a bit and studies Seaspray, before snorting with amusement* Ye go 'rounds wit' t'e lads. Ye ain't gonna go squish underfoot.

Seaspray: *grin widens a little* I'll sit on your knees if you want to cuddle, old man.

Jetfire: *nods and pats his knees*

Seaspray: *settles on the offered seat, and then slips an arm around his waist and leans against him, her long fur fluffing out with contentment* Nice.

Jetfire: *pleased rumble, will gently play with Seaspray's fur*

Seaspray: *leans her head against his chest. Having her fur played with is comforting and comfortable*

Jetfire: *will continue to gently play with Seaspray's fur, even as he works out how to eat with a pretty lady on his lap*

Seaspray: *grabs a sammich, unafraid of energon, and pokes it at the old Seeker's mouth*

Jetfire: *surprised sound, but the rumbling doesn't abate* Thank ye, lass.

Seaspray: *grins without moving* Are you distracted?

Jetfire: *blink* From what? *just drunk enough to not have any cares to give, and quite content to have you on his lap, Seaspray*

Seaspray: *chuckles and feeds him the sammich* Never mind.

Jetfire: *pleased rumbling is a go*

Seaspray: So how come you're so short? I mean, your alt mode's 33 meters long. You're supposed to be, what? 107 foot? But you're hardly bigger than Blackout.

Jetfire: 'T's all 'n 'ow th' armor 'n slag rearranges. *sagely nod*

Seaspray: I like it. Makes you easier to snuggle. *feeds him more sammich*

Jetfire: *more rumble as he's fed* *will be happy to spend his afternoon and evening right here, thank you*

Mal: *looks up at the pair, then looks around the bar and snorts* Is it me, or is this place just full of mush right now?

DivaShot: *looks* ... Looks like it, Mal.

Mal: Ewww, Nem too.

Nemesis: *just paused to very gently squeak her husband as he wandered onto the bar*

DivaShot: *chuckles*

Mal: *scowls at him* It's not funny, it's gross!

DivaShot: It's not gross, it's cute. ^_^

Mal: *shudders* Euch. *pause* What are you wearing under that apron?

DivaShot: ... *RUNS*

Mal: *sees a flash of leather* Eeee! *pursues!*

((written with random_xtras))