shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

eh.

 

... remind me again how you are an autobot aren't you guys supposed to be the stupidly heroic optimistic ones?

 

No, no, it's fine! I was trying to apologise for my initial rude reaction! [Whisper is technically a jet, not a bird, but there are a few adorable real birds around still. Maybe more will show up?]

You're not wrong, but thankfully I haven't had to buy siphoned in a very long time.

 

Disgusting, don't ever talk to me again, decepticreep.
[He says the last word like he is imitating someone else's cadence. There's a tiny smile on his face. Could it be. Does Scanner actually have fond feelings underneath all the acid and salt?]

 

Ah! All right then. I just miss obvious things at times, you know?

 

[He waves his claws sardonically.]

 

I think we all do! c: Nobody's perfect!

 

"buy", ahahahahaha I wish

 

lies and slander I am offended I am an absolute paragon of Cybertroniankind how dare my own trinemate betray me so I am wounded Curls wounded I say!

 

-raises an optic ridge-

 

-amused medicat snort-
Right ye are.

 

[This is empurata oppression. He makes his single optic take the shape of a middle finger since he HAS NONE.]

 

Yes, buy, because I'm a privileged little painter with no real need to go searching for a primary fuel source for the last... oh, 3.9 million years.

You're silly is what you are <3 [Whisper leans over to tweak Venture's wingtip, grinning when the other jet squawks.]

 

See?? Wounded nurse!!! By my own beautiful trinemate!!! Save me! [He flops over onto the ground, sprawled at Whisper's feet but stretching one hand out towards Sawbones; the other is currently hiding his optic band.]

 

Yep, yer dyin´fer sure. -pads over and loafs on his chest-

 

[At least he acts noticeably different enough from them. Tonight is apparently the night for fond reminiscence aboutpeople better of without him. Primus. He's a wreck]
Frag off barrel stuffer.

Oh suck my spike. Do you think it's cute to wave your wealth around or something?

 

Is that... an order? Oh my. Can't imagine what I'll do with an order please sir can I have some more?

[He drops to the ground and extends leggy. What is wrong with this guy.]

 

[Whisper rolls his own optics and sits, much more gracefully, to pet Venture's silly face.] Save you from yourself, you mean? I think that's my job, sweetspark, not poor Sawbones's.

I can't change my past or yours. What do you want from me? [His wings drop a little. Why is explaining going wrong so much tonight?]

 

Absolutely. Professional medical diagnosis and everything. Want scritches?

[Venture leans into the pettins, nudging Whisper's hand when it stills.] Hey. You. Cutieface. Pet me, you're doing the thing again.

 

-purrs ascent- Make yerself useful!