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raisedbymoogles) wrote2010-09-22 11:48 pm
raisedbymoogles) wrote2010-09-22 11:48 pm
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You may all blame (lj)kyra_neko_rei for this.
"You tell him, Gears."
"What? No way. You tell him, 'Bee, he likes you."
"He does not. Cliffjumper, you tell him."
"Slag you."
The subject of their discussion turned to pin them with an over-the-shoulder frown. "You three got a problem?"
The minibots jumped and glanced at each other nervously. "Uh, Sunstreaker," Gears began.
"You got a little..." Cliffjumper motioned at his own leg.
"On your thigh," Bumblebee added helpfully.
All three braced for the inevitable explosion of temper as Sunstreaker glanced down. Sure enough, there was a smudge of amber on the outside of his right thigh, marring what was otherwise a flawless finish. The Lambo's face creased.
"Huh," he said.
"...Huh?" the minibots repeated.
Sunstreaker shrugged, all laconic unconcern. "No big deal," he said. "I'll get it later."
As Sunstreaker sauntered away toward the energon dispensers, the minibot trio exchanged wide-opticked looks. "Guys," Bumblebee said somberly. "I hate to sound like Red Alert, but I think we need to consider the very real possibility that Sunstreaker's been hacked."
"Or replaced with a pod person," Gears supplied morosely.
"Or a radio-controlled clone. Remember when Megatron did that with Optimus Prime?"
"Primus, don't remind me. My servos freeze up just thinking about it."
They looked back at Sunstreaker. The yellow mech was leaning over the table where his brother sat across from Rodimus Prime, talking in low tones to the latter. They saw Rodimus's optics flicker and his hand falter on his energon cube, just before the young Prime laughed and aimed a playful punch at Sunstreaker's tire. Sunstreaker leaned back with a laugh, adopting a casual pose that left the smudge on his leg displayed to the whole room.
All three saw it at the same moment: that the orange color of the mark matched the orange of Rodimus Prime's thighs.
Sunstreaker looked over his shoulder once again, but this time it was to give them a triumphant, wicked smirk.
The three minibots blinked audibly. Bumblebee offered a nervous smile back. "Patrol time, guys?"
Though it was nearly fifteen minutes early for patrol, both Gears and Cliffjumper agreed in unison. "Yeah."
"Great. Let's go."
"What? No way. You tell him, 'Bee, he likes you."
"He does not. Cliffjumper, you tell him."
"Slag you."
The subject of their discussion turned to pin them with an over-the-shoulder frown. "You three got a problem?"
The minibots jumped and glanced at each other nervously. "Uh, Sunstreaker," Gears began.
"You got a little..." Cliffjumper motioned at his own leg.
"On your thigh," Bumblebee added helpfully.
All three braced for the inevitable explosion of temper as Sunstreaker glanced down. Sure enough, there was a smudge of amber on the outside of his right thigh, marring what was otherwise a flawless finish. The Lambo's face creased.
"Huh," he said.
"...Huh?" the minibots repeated.
Sunstreaker shrugged, all laconic unconcern. "No big deal," he said. "I'll get it later."
As Sunstreaker sauntered away toward the energon dispensers, the minibot trio exchanged wide-opticked looks. "Guys," Bumblebee said somberly. "I hate to sound like Red Alert, but I think we need to consider the very real possibility that Sunstreaker's been hacked."
"Or replaced with a pod person," Gears supplied morosely.
"Or a radio-controlled clone. Remember when Megatron did that with Optimus Prime?"
"Primus, don't remind me. My servos freeze up just thinking about it."
They looked back at Sunstreaker. The yellow mech was leaning over the table where his brother sat across from Rodimus Prime, talking in low tones to the latter. They saw Rodimus's optics flicker and his hand falter on his energon cube, just before the young Prime laughed and aimed a playful punch at Sunstreaker's tire. Sunstreaker leaned back with a laugh, adopting a casual pose that left the smudge on his leg displayed to the whole room.
All three saw it at the same moment: that the orange color of the mark matched the orange of Rodimus Prime's thighs.
Sunstreaker looked over his shoulder once again, but this time it was to give them a triumphant, wicked smirk.
The three minibots blinked audibly. Bumblebee offered a nervous smile back. "Patrol time, guys?"
Though it was nearly fifteen minutes early for patrol, both Gears and Cliffjumper agreed in unison. "Yeah."
"Great. Let's go."
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Sunny's all "why yes, this is my trophy from sleeping with the Prime!" and the minibots are all like "oh gods, he's sleeping with the Prime!" it's epic. loved it.
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Rodimus: *-thwap!*
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Well, at least it's not Galvatron!
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And aaaaaah I want to know what Sunstreaker whispered to Roddy that made Roddy falter.
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::falls over::
Nice one! XDDD
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