Mirage was looking forward to a nice, quiet duty shift on the monitors, which is probably why he didn't get one.
Shockingly, it wasn't sharing his shift with a Decepticon that was a problem. Scourge was quiet and polite - well, quiet, anyway, which amounted to the same thing, and he did his job diligently, which was more than Mirage could say about certain Autobots. Mirage settled back to watch his half of the monitors, content enough for the moment.
Rapid footsteps sounded down the hallway, coming quickly closer; Mirage looked up and frowned, and saw Scourge frowning as well. "What's-"
Hot Rod burst in, breathless and entirely too energetic, his hands chained in front of him. "Hide me!" he announced, grinning maniacally.
Scourge put his face in his palm; Mirage put on his best 'affronted noble' attitude. "If you expect to drag us into your bedroom games-" He paused as a massive shadow appeared behind Hot Rod in the doorway.
Hot Rod had enough time to say "Uh oh," before Galvatron clamped an arm around his chest and lifted him off his feet. "Uh - sorry guys bye!" he called over his lover/captor's shoulder as Galvatron bore him away.
Mirage sighed and sat back down. "Are they ever going to get enough of each other?"
"They're not the only ones." Scourge pointed a clawed fingertip at one of the monitors; Mirage craned his head to look. Magnus and Cyclonus were just leaving one of the sparring rooms, both looking more content and satisfied than when they went in. Their antennae were scuffed and dented.
"Interesting," Mirage mused. "Are Decepticons simply good in bed?"
Scourge made a rough noise in his vocalizer, almost a cough. Mirage let the tracker recover his composure before making his offer.
Re: Drabble tennis! XD
Shockingly, it wasn't sharing his shift with a Decepticon that was a problem. Scourge was quiet and polite - well, quiet, anyway, which amounted to the same thing, and he did his job diligently, which was more than Mirage could say about certain Autobots. Mirage settled back to watch his half of the monitors, content enough for the moment.
Rapid footsteps sounded down the hallway, coming quickly closer; Mirage looked up and frowned, and saw Scourge frowning as well. "What's-"
Hot Rod burst in, breathless and entirely too energetic, his hands chained in front of him. "Hide me!" he announced, grinning maniacally.
Scourge put his face in his palm; Mirage put on his best 'affronted noble' attitude. "If you expect to drag us into your bedroom games-" He paused as a massive shadow appeared behind Hot Rod in the doorway.
Hot Rod had enough time to say "Uh oh," before Galvatron clamped an arm around his chest and lifted him off his feet. "Uh - sorry guys bye!" he called over his lover/captor's shoulder as Galvatron bore him away.
Mirage sighed and sat back down. "Are they ever going to get enough of each other?"
"They're not the only ones." Scourge pointed a clawed fingertip at one of the monitors; Mirage craned his head to look. Magnus and Cyclonus were just leaving one of the sparring rooms, both looking more content and satisfied than when they went in. Their antennae were scuffed and dented.
"Interesting," Mirage mused. "Are Decepticons simply good in bed?"
Scourge made a rough noise in his vocalizer, almost a cough. Mirage let the tracker recover his composure before making his offer.
"So... want to interface?"