shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

[He leans into it, moving his hand to petting at the joins of Cloudcrusher's wings in return. This is a much better use of his time and energy than trying to convince Scanner of something he definitely won't believe from a Decepticon.]

 

[He shrugs a little awkwardly; his gaze drops.] Maybe. I'm a flaring spark what can I say? Primus knows I run interference often enough for half the ship I may as well for you too.

[Dryly:] Yes clearly this is why I'm the only member of my trine who shouldn't be in Doc C's office six cycles out of ten.

 

-gives him a supremely unimpressed look that quickly melts off as Triage touches him-

 

[He glares at her with a little pout.]
I'll take the sticker.

Ew, no. I don't take info that's freely offered. That scrap's never genuine.

And what's in it for you? I don't sign contracts I haven't read.

 

I get to avoid the sad turbopup eyes my trinemate'll make when he hears someone somewhere is not perfectly happy? Curls' distressed face is liquid nitro right to the spark man :c I am weeeeeeeak

 

Look into it your damn self, then, if you're so curious. Y'ain't gonna believe it from me, an' I'm done thinkin' 'bout th' bad slag that's past now.
-breathes in deeply-
Sorry for snappin'.

 

-conjures up a "My CO sucks sprocket valves" sticker in front of him- Here ya go.

 

[He snickers unkindly]
You're so sft I could scratch my designation into your plating and you couldn't do anything 'bout it.

[He flinches, then sputters.]
My mech, Boss, Master, I thought you weren't capable of it. This's honestly a bit of a relief.

[He takes the sticker and slaps it onto his aft without any hesitation]

 

-amused snort-

 

Awwww gonna give me an engraving do me up all pret-- [He catches himself, wings dropping. And he'd been doing so well.] Spawnuva-- sorry sorry ignore me I'm just gonna. Not. Talk.

 

I ran herd on a buncha fliers that all liked drinkin' an' fistfights better'n doin' flight drills. I get mad an' yell like anybody else - I'm jus' old, so my fuse's longer.

 

[Scanner shrugs, uncomfortable but not overly so.]
Eh. I kinna was pushin' my luck with not gettin' bothered, really.

 

[He squints, suspicious] Long fuses are the worst 'cos you can't predict 'em easily.

 

Well, congrats. Y'found somethin' I'm touchy 'bout. So y'can either read my record or keep needlin' at me til y'find th' rest'a my sore spots. Pers'n'ly, I'd rather sit here an' get preened than yell again.

 

You're weird and I'm not gonna read your stupid records and also I'm technically napping on shift. Boss.

 

[Urge to preen rising. Stop that, Venture, he's not actually part of your flock. Ven crosses his arms and focuses on Scanner, doing his best to keep his wings still.]

I said I wouldn't do the thing so I'm gonna do my damn best not to do the thing :T

 

[He laughs.]
You'd be the first to actually manage, I'm a glitch, most people don't bother.

 

[Preening intensifies.]

 

We're all weird an' I ain't head of comms, so 'less they bring it to me, I don't give a turbofox's aft. Got better things t' do.

-leans into Triage a little more and starts massaging his neck cables. This is soothing and he's gonna calm down now.-

 

[He tries his best to ignore the trine makeouts he is leaning against. Nope nothing happening there. Nothing at all.]