shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[Scanner studiously ignores the engex entirely with a faint air of cringeing disgust.]

Ew, that would require getting close enough to the fragger and I'd rather not even be in the same room.

Awwwww, master, you'd make me sit here, consumed by murderous impulses for the rest of the evening? How cruuuuuel.
[He bats his optic shutters a little, wiggling his aft.]

Primus and here thought Decepticons could go a single conversationw ithout blatantly lying.

 

If payin under th´table is on th´table so ta, speak, I know my way ´round that.

-grins, does not laugh at the boss- S´what Capt´n Nichrome makes Doc, t´won´t hurtcha

 

...yeah I think I know a guy. I'll point him in your direction. [If he downs his cocktail in one go maybe people won't notice the pleased tilt to his wings.]

[Drink gone for the time being, Venture snickers.] Fair enough!

 

Not lying at this moment in time. Dislike it. Inefficient. Willing to drop subject if Scanner is uncomfortable with it, I do not wish to make you unhappy.

Would appreciate your advice in this.

[He's still eyeing the engex suspiciously.] Not a resounding vote of confidence, Sawbones.

Thank you. [He notices, but doesn't say anything. Clearly Venture is just pleased because of a job well done!]

 

-He grins with very obvious and a little over the top relish.-
Ohhh I can do slow and painful and impermanent.

 

Just redecided so you're in luck.
[He laughs]

 

-shrugs-
I don't really care if you believe me, but why would I lie??? If you want the Decepticon view on it, it's in the ship's best interest to have crew with multiple skillsets given the longterm nature of mission and the possibility of death!!!

 

[Scanner glares at Geargrind and Triage]
What the frag is your problem even?

 

You say that like Nichrome doesn't make paintstripper and bombs :P

Eyyyyy lucky me ;D Lucky ship as a whole really Primusdamn does that fragger need a chill pill stuffed up his whatever-the-aquatic-equivalent-of-an-exhaust-is

 

-now she laughs- I drank th´original an´I´m fine boss. Yer five or more a me, you´ll be awright.

 

This is th´good stuff, who do ya think I am?

 

[He flicks his wings and spreads one hand out in a nonthreatening, apologetic display.]

Only wished to reassure you that your worth was not inherent to your use in altmode. Apologies for any distress I have inflicted.

If you insist. [He sips at it, then makes a face like he's forgotten that his mask won't hide his expression.]

 

[Scanner leans in to not-whisper into Venture's audial.]
I don't do chill pills I do sensory torture.

 

-oh look, the pettins have become a one-handed hug-

Whatever floats yer boat, kiddo. Or don't, in this case, given I think that's his alt.

 

[He eyes Triage suspiciously]

 

I take ya don´t drink? Could change ta whatever else in here. -still deeply amused- And here ya look like a mech who could put it away.

 

You want it alphabetically or chronologically???

 

Someone who drinks unsweetened engex like a fierce barbarian cat instead of a flighty bird and his fruity sodium-filled cocktails :P

[He resists the urge to turn his head. Kissing Scanner is definitely off the table.] That works too man I'm not picky

 

And this is where I assume you will request to superwise, riiiiiight, Master?
[He grins up, somewhere between hopeful and trembling fear. What is sanity-preservation? Scanner clearly does not know.]

 

Ya know that slag is gonna give ya splitting processor feedback right?