shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

*Pulls the Caegar up in a tentacle and presses it to Scope's eye.*

I think it's a trap. *the words are whispered feircely before he just places it down*

You're pretty *more patting and eventually his face is mashed against Scope, clearly not moving. This Is Your Life Now*

 

I am pretty. I'm the prettiest gun you've ever met. It's not a fragging trap you moron.

[He picks up the caegar and starts playing with it since eating it is not actually an option.]

 

YESSSSSS

Okay maybe you're right, frag it. *Paps at him* I want to breeaaaaak things. But I'm laaaaaazy.

 

Yeeeaaaaaahhhh. Whatevs, don't break shit. Especially not after knocking me over like a fragger.

 

if you get off your ass and start breaking things, you can set up systems to break things for you.

 

*Nichrome is watching Requiem and Scope in quiet amazement.*
You know, if you two are hungry I can offer both Energon and Engex.

 

Shhhh, don't ruin the cuddlepile!

 

I am genuinely unsure if it is a cuddlepile or an attempted assault, hence my offering a distraction.

 

They have a Thing and Scope seems pretty happy with the guy, I wouldn't get in the middle of that unless they invited you.

 

I'M DYING SIB HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME LIKE THIS.

[His tone is very obviously jovial and not distressed in the slightest.]

 

Is offering resources now getting in the middle of? My I must be positively in the middle of almost all relationships among the TEAM's crewmembers then.
My schedule is suddenly a lot more busy.
Maybe I should finally delegate schedule maintenance to my Personal Assistant, considering how much is suddenly on my plate, seeing as I am in so many relationships now.

 

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[She ducks her head. She should have known Focal wouldn't parse sarcasm...]
Er...

[Oh good a distraction]
Do you happen to require assistance that may not be held up by any possibly uncomfortable conversations right now because if so I am ready to help

 

How could I? You betrayed me first, leaving me to think you'd died and running off with this dashing squeech! [He melodramatically fakes a swoon, one hand splayed across his cockpit above his spark casing, but he can't keep a straight face for long.]

Running interference is totally getting involved, you can't tell me R&D is that much different from frontline. (You... are that one explosives engineer, right? The one that ended up heading our contingent on the diplo ship?)

 

Well- you tell me. We in R&D spent all of our downtime fragging eachother in increasingly creative combinations and logistic constellations.
(Yes I am the Decepticon Delegation's Ambassador. I... suppose I shouldn't be surprised that thsoe two are equally mentionable now. I'm still used to being "The one with the big slagging bombs")

 

Yes I need all of your food and money immediately you have to give it to me now or I'll die forever.

Hahahahahaha squeech sounds so gross when you say it with a mouth. That's great. I love it. You're still breaking my spark here though, sib. Why you gotta play me like this.

 

...man, I shoulda been built a science person, R&D gets all the fun. [He pouts, still overacting. Scope is infectious, damn him.]

Can you not be both the Ambassador and the one with the big slagging bombs?

Squeech squeech squuuuuueeeeech :P You're the gross one, Scopes, but I play you... [dramatic pause, lowers his voice] because I love you :O

 

[He makes a sound that would be a gasp but filtered through a synthesizer. It sounds as bizarre as you would expect.]

Paradox. My spark....! Say it again. With your lipsssssssssssss.

 

I loovvvvvvve you and I am very very sad you are forever bonded to your darling squeech :P

 

[She grins behind her mask]
I can offer you a cube each for starters. I'm afraid that beyond that you will have to work to draw a wage.

I try my best but the whole ambassadorial diplomacy image thing doesn't quite wanna mesh right with the whole war criminal mass murder thing the bombs carry.

[She does not comment on the silliness. She's been sillier when she was younger. As long as the two are happy she doesn't mind a little silly sappiness]