shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[One slight sideways shuffle later and he's happily leaning against Cloudcrusher, carefully not meeting Scanner's gaze.]

I do not drink often, no. Frametype does not denote experience. Captain Nichrome's ability to drink in excess makes me believe that all minibots are secret reserves of inebriated strength.

[He changes it to a fruity-flavored energon with the barest hints of engex somewhere mixed in and takes another sip. Much better.]

 

Clustered by topic actually and in pt 12 Times New Roman.

Would've expected you to be more squeamish you almost impress me.
[He grins and tilts his head.]

 

-he frowns-
D'ya want me to? Watchin' over prisoner punishment weren't ever my favorite duty, but I'll do it if I gotta.
-his wings start to fold in closer to himself-

 

Nooo dats jus´th´Capt´n. I got used ta some paintstripper in my time but I can´t put away near as much lemme tell ya.

 

-sarcastic salute-
I'll have it in your Google docs by the end of the day, how about that??? Gotta reformat everything, after all!!!

 

Adaptus and all his little gears why does everyone assume I don't know how my favorite drinks work? :T I know my tolerance level and exactly how hard it'd hit me in the morning if it were even real engex and not a dream drink! I may play dumb prettypaws but I thought you knew me better than that :< How could you hurt me so after the nights we've shared?

[Do not smooch the radar, do not smooch the radar. Venture's wings are trembling faintly.] Not like I'm the one doing the torturing as long as it's not turned on my flock I don't give a smelted slug what you do with your powers.

 

-dryly amused- I assumed ya knew and didn´t care, so i thought I´d remind ya. Well that an´everyone assumes s´the mechs drinking hard engex are the tough glitchfraggers. I wouldn´t touch dat stuff ya got there with a ten foot beam, I like my processor.

 

[One of his hands slides up between Cloudcrusher's wings, pressing firmly for comfort.]

You will have to forgive me for disbelieving that your reserves aren't as formidable. Would be surprised if there was any challenge you could not meet.

 

[That's a confusing reaction. Wh-...?]
I don't want much'a anything that happens to me but I've been told emphatically that it's a bad idea to not supervise me 24/7, especially with mechs I could just let run away. I've got a volatile morality center or somethin' like that.
[He leans against Cloudcrusher's leg harder. React like Scanner expects you to finally, dammit]

 

[He bites his tongue hard, but not having a mask on means that Triage is a little more open in his expressions than he probably realizes. Right now his face is stuck somewhere between 'dismay' and 'faint outrage'.]

 

I mean I get bad about controlling it so I might hurt a buncha other people.
[He shrugs.]

 

-indicated venture and his drink with her head- Like I said ta him, that stuff right there. Ain´t drinking that fer love nor shanix

 

Congrats brat, ye win th´worst CO contest. Whatcha want fer yer prize?

 

I do too I just also like the taste and have built up something of a tolerance :P

[Venture carefully looks away from the pair of them, and consequently Scanner also. He's not getting in the middle of trine paps soothing time.]

I'm not gonna say 'we've had worse' because like frag I actually know how hard you hit when you're leaking but dude if you want an out just say so I will gladly provide.

 

[He poofs out his armor plating like a small prey animal trying to intimidate]
Not sympathy that's for sure.

 

-leans into the touch and relaxes a little-

It ain't like we don't got cameras onboard an' a whole staff t' monitor 'em. An' if Oar runs away, where th' pit is he gonna go? Ship's a closed environment an' I trust th' security on my shuttle.

If you don't wanna hurt him, then don't. I said 'do what y'please', not 'give yourself a screamin' headache'. Cap Nichrome c'n come up with a punishment jus' fine without you. I don't give a slag what happens long as I don't gotta watch it. Seen enough. Been seen enough.

 

[He is not-quite whispering again, optics half shuttered and a faint smile playing across his lips]
Gross, you're pitying me.

 

[His fists clangs softly against CC's leg plating in a weak punch.]
Why are you this way. Why?

 

Yer nuts is what y´are.

An´not engex either I´m guessin´. More blankets? A pretty sticker?

 

Same reason we're all the way we are. War an' death an' all the other slag that happened. Y'can take a look at my jacket if y'want, might provide some insight. Matter'a ship's record, now.

-starts stroking Triage's wings again to avoid patting Scanner-