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PRIMUS!
That is FAR more information than I really needed to know.

 

Awww Spark 'a mine you're more than just a handful.
Two at least.

 

(Apostasia continues laughing.)

 

Yes, ALRIGHT, continue laughing at my pain, that is DEFINITLY making you look like a generous and kind ruler and all that!

 

Take it from someone who worked for grandmother platypus, they're always like that.
Usuallly not in public because they've got their personas to maintain, but...

Aside from that, I think she thinks your remarks were genuinely funny.

 

Well that's relieving because I am mostly CONFUSED and a little EMBARRASSED.
Are they conjunxes or amicas?

 

Yes.

 

After 10 million years and all we've been through, it doesn't really matter any more.
Not like there's anyone who can give us scrap for it, either. No Primus, no Tyrest Accord, no Nova Prime, no Nominus Prime, no Zeta Prime, no Optimus Prime and no Megatron...
(Apostasia chuckles, the corners of her lips are curled up. Her expression is a sort of acerbic bliss. Revenge is a dish best served cold.)
Only the rules we made for ourselves. No one forced into the gutters because of their birth. No one barred from their calling because they couldn't pay enough for their stamps. No one lesser just because too small or too squishy.

 

Y'are so beautiful when you speak heresy, m'love. It's like stars are dying in your optics, when you laugh about their demise.
-he kneels before her with an adoring smile.-

 

*ponders how annoying it is to be in a room with a bunch of robots against whom biting is fruitless*

 

(Apostasia smiles, peaceful and possessive. She cups Switchblade's cheeks, and plants a kiss on his helmet.)
And as they reflect of you, my blade, we watch, and live.
For the last mech standing is the one who wins.

 

I won the day you spoke your first word to me.

 

You sap.
(Apostasia pulls him into a kiss)

 

You are the most singly horrifying thing here.

 

-grins against her lips and mumbles- Ain't nothin' sappy enough for ya.

 

*snorts* *shakes head*

 

*grabs skirts nervously and stares at the untrustworthy hell horse*

 

(Tempest Dive kneels down and places her hands on the ground close to Torisen, palms up. She is huge, large enough her chest-cockpit could comfortably seat him. Death's Head would have trouble following up.)

 

*makes deliberate chomping motions with his teeth while staring at Torisen's butt*

 

*clings to the robot in fear and stares down at the hell horse*

Back, you. I'm a terrible person to bite.