Flawless

Knock Out || Aligned Continuty || Citta-affiliated

[warbreakdown-blog]

‹ ⚡ ›   “Yeah, an’ you love gettin’ into the stuff they produce, don’cha? I know, I know. It ain’t fun dealin’ with them personally, so I see where you’re comin’ from.” 

Neither mech enjoyed the company of humans in particular, but Knock Out did like what humans could do with a little free time and a lot of creativity. Perhaps if past trauma weren’t a factor, Breakdown too would be able to enjoy a good movie nowadays. With MECH’s torture in mind, however, such luxuries weren’t feasible any longer.

Patience isn’t one of Breakdown’s virtues. With his optic glued on the camera’s position, the bruiser fidgets some before Knock Out speaks again, dictating that the preparation just needs another moment. He stills his stance, focus not leaving the phone’s screen until he’s sure that the picture’s taken. 

Something snaps Breakdown out of his picture-perfect focus, however. Knock Out’s audaciousness strikes in the form of a surprise kiss on the cheek. For a moment, he had forgotten that they stood at the same height and that these kinds of forms of affection were extremely doable. Optic widens in surprise just as the picture’s taken. 

That sly medic.

When something astounds him, it’s only natural that he responds in aggression. He could very easily snap at Knock Out, but he knew the medic well enough not to. Audaciousness is just… part of his function. ‘Toleration’ is far too loose a term to describe how surprisingly well he takes the medic’s behavior.

‹ ⚡ ›     “… Well, how did it come out? Jeez, could ya surprise me any more than ya just did?”

[adirtysmall-blog]

Knock Out could feel himself glow as he looked at this selfie he’d taken of them. Now if anyone ever looked up the term ‘picture-perfect’ somewhere this was an image that could be used as a shining example. It was flawless, perfectly timed. Even the little movement Breakdown made in surprise didn’t mess up the focus of the picture itself.

          “So many questions~”

The medic couldn’t help but snicker before he continued, the fact that he had succeeded really did wonders to his mood. Not to mention the fact that Breakdown didn’t retaliate in some way, shape or form.

          “Well, to answer your first question, it came out perfectly, have a look-see.”

While he tilted his cellphone at an angle more suitable for his assistant’s single optic a coy smile formed on the medics faceplate, his optics shifted from side to side while he pretended to ponder over the other question. His theatrics truly shone in this moment; they always did when he felt some kind of euphoria. 

         “And... Well, I could surprise you more if you wanted me to, but I don’t know if you’d like the kind of surprises I’d have for you.”

Knock Out gently patted Breakdown’s cheek before locking his phone and putting it away. This was one thing off of his to-do list. Though there were many, many other things he planned. Hopefully those would go just as smoothly as this went.

[warbreakdown-blog]

‹ ⚡ ›   “I know, but scrap, it sounds like you learn new terms every day.”

He tries to veer away from human terminology. Sometimes, though, he can’t help it. Seeing Knock Out’s euphoria, however, makes dealing with this all the more pleasant, in a way, anyways.

‹ ⚡ ›   “Alright, alright. I’m ready as I’ll ever be.”

Their equity in height makes this ‘selfie’ business easier, he would figure. It meant that Knock Out didn’t have to stand on a platform or Breakdown didn’t have to sit on his knees for them both to fit in the same shot. Shifting so he stands next to the medic, his head tipped a bit.

‹ ⚡ ›   “Are you doin’ it yet?”

[adirtysmall-blog]

          “It is because I do. This is a high density human environment and when you’re forced to interact with fleshies on a daily, you start taking suffering from mitosis. As disgusting as it can be sometimes.”

He quickly let go of this sentiment, however. Scowling on this picture would be the worst. No, the thought of just what he had been planning got him smiling again in a second. He moved a little closer while holding the phone a bit further away. Knock Out would have to time this perfectly, otherwise the novelty of this very special selfie would be lost.

            “Alright, give me one more second, okay?”

     Knock Out just had to get a little closer still...

                                                A little more.....

                         SNAP, says the camera

         “There, it’s done~ Let’s see how this turned out shall we?”

The glee in Knock Out’s voice was unmistakable. He had done it, he had actually managed to do it and now this moment would be documented forever. Hopefully Breakdown would take it well, but honestly, the medic didn’t worry about it much. His assistant did accept a lot of nonsense from him, after all.

[anotherrpmemeblog]

Send “What about” and a person and my muse will say their honest feelings/thoughts about them.

[roseaterondo-blog]

[🎼] Especially not in front of a medic. Although lacking a traditional heart, the response was the same. A sense of dread, regret for having been caught red-handed in her lie, and the unmistakable flare of anger for having been put in this situation in the first place. Swallowing the bitter fact that he was right, her grip only tightens as she tilts her gaze upwards to fully address the mech.

[🎼] It would have been wrong of her to not spare a moment to properly admire his build - sleek and powerful framework, details that invoked the imagery of the finest of… sports cars? Ah, well, she wasn’t about to judge. The look worked for him after all. Her stern expression softened, both from being impressed and from being imbued with  - what, was that a glimmer of hope? As different as they may be, they had their similarities too, snootiness included. That’s probably why she didn’t mind it so much. But on to more concerning matters….

[🎼] Reluctance wavered in her voice as she spoke. “It… was forcibly removed not long after I arrived here. Of course, I lacked the funds to go in for proper repairs… I’m still in debt from just having it stuck back on.” To confide in a complete stranger about her plight took a significant amount of guts on the woman’s part - ever the kind to hide her problems from others. She was there to entertain others, not to worry them!

[🎼] Just where was her otherwise unshakable confidence? Hiding under a rock, most likely. “If I just had the money…” It always came down to money, didn’t it? The idol stops herself mid-sentence, realizing she’s all but talking to herself at this point. “… Luka. Megurine Luka. If I’m going to keep talking about myself to you like this, you ought to at least know my name.”

[adirtysmall-blog]

Ah, it seemed that his presumptions were indeed correct. At least she seemed to recognize his expertise and listened to what he had to say without dismissing it immediately. It gave Knock Out a somewhat pleasant feeling in his chest. Although the subject matter wasn’t all that pleasant at all.

           “Forcibly removed? That sounds like quite the ordeal for a lady like you. I will not pry into what exactly happened, the fact that you’re telling me these things is already quite a feat, but how severe was the damage?”

Her hand seemed to look fine otherwise, The medic listened to her words as he let his optics focus on her broken hand again before registering that she had said her name. Megurine Luka... Most certainly a sophisticated name, suitable for someone with her looks and overall air around him. If the mech wasn’t mistaken, the name was Japanese too. Truly, humans from that place had the best grasp on robotics out of anyone in the world, didn’t they? She was another testament to that notion, at least.

          “It’s a pleasure, Megurine Luka. My name is Knock Out. Don’t worry about talking too much, it’s obvious that there’s a lot more behind that hand than just some faulty wiring. The technology you are built with is quite intricate too, at least for human design.”

Perhaps that sounded like an insult, but quite the contrary, the medic meant it as something positive. Everything was backwater to him compared to what was available to him on Cybertron. Sadly, what he had before wasn’t going to be what he would have available to him anytime soon. That’s the way of this experiment, anyway.

         "When I am capable I could look into it for you, for free.”

[truemansamejima]

Adirtysmall: Samejima and the Meaning of Christmas

[truemansamejima]

Definitely not. Even because Samejima’s only reference to Transformers is the Michael Bay movies. Please, Knock Out, show him some good source material for him to do his research!

“Man, that sucks! I know how you feel, though. For a good time, the scientists took all of my friends’ mementos, which made me miss them much more. Such an unmanly thing to do! Of course, they’ve given them back to me, plus they gave me a mansion, so I guess they’re learning to become manlier. Hopefully I won’t need to punch them to teach manliness to them.”

Samejima smiled brightly at Knock Out’s agreement. “Excellent, man! Here, this is the star!” It was an adornment big enough that Samejima needed his two hands to raise it properly, but still pretty small for the robot. No paint damaging needed!

[adirtysmall-blog]

If things kept up like this, Knock Out would probably have to start teaching entire classrooms full of organics of all shapes sizes and ages about his own race and its history, culture and whatever else these groups seemed to be so curious about. And truly, despite his skill he was not proper medic material, let alone teacher material....

     Nevermind that though.

           “Ah yes it seems the scientists truly take pleasure in messing with us all on multiple levels. I think they only grant things to people who have been around longer, seeing as I am quite new to this ... experiment, still.”

Knock Out carefully took the star from Samejima and made his way over to the tree. While lowering the adornment over the top of the tree, the mech made sure that it was on there securely before taking his servos off of it. Luckily he had very steady hands and a perfectionist nature. Samejima couldn’t have chosen a better bot for this job if he tried. 

          “There we go~”

[saiiwala]

          KNOCK OUT WITHDREW upon the threat, as hoped, panic lilting his plea for otherwise. It seems the predisposition for a diplomacy in this situation was mutual, but he would not ease his stance for now. His grasp hovered at his axe, despite its sure ineffectiveness against a Cybertronian shell, but it was all he had. But, as insurance, it would have to do. If it spurred some information from the other without need for violence, then he had no argument to pose. Though, it was in this information, in tones of unease his enemy did deliver, that Optimus Prime found error. What the supposed Decepticon claimed confounded his data banks.

                                                                My MEMORIES?_

     It was difficult to accept, though given his current state at half its combat and physical capacity, it was not impossible. Taking this into consideration, he fixed the other with a stern expression, founded on a wordless promise. DECEPTION was a Decepticon trade, and he was in no mood– nor was this the time– to be toyed with.

          ▷ ❝… And I am no Megatron.❞

     His hand eased off the handle of his axe, and he straightened.

          ▷ ❝From what I have experienced thus far, your words may prove feasible yet. I will listen to what you have to say.❞

[adirtysmall-blog]

If there was one thing that Knock Out liked about Optimus Prime was the fact that he’d much prefer a proper discussion over a fight. At least he didn’t have to risk his shimmering finish over a simple misunderstanding. It filled him with a shallow confidence that allowed the medic to carry on his conversation in a much less panicked tone.

Even though he knew what was going on, he still had to mind his words. If he made a simple error in explanation he was sure to end up a heap of scrap by the road. He still remembered how the big rig had torn off one of his doors before.

           “Your consideration for my explanations are much appreciated. It’s going to be quite a lengthy tale, but bear with me please.”

And so Knock Out, once again, would exhaust his voice box explaining things. He told the Autobot leader all about the predacon experiments, Predaking, the revival of Cybertron, Megatron’s defeat and finally his own decision to turncoat and helping the autobots in their time of crisis.

     If he were a human he would have most certainly been parched after speaking for so long, lucky him for being a biomechanism.

         “So... Now do you see that I’m really on your side?”

He could have sounded so much more annoyed than he did with that sentence, but he knew that that kind of tone would not do him well at all.

[antignosis]

“ My abilities have always come first. I did not always have a face in my testing stages. “ her abilities and,… Well, her other purpose.

In any case, the android proceeds to listen intently to the words of the other bot, her crimson optics never once wavering their gaze from him. How curious to hear of a planet that’s completely mechanical… To produce something like that would require the most advanced and powerful technology in the world… Something like the Zohar, which is the most powerful piece of technology in the universe or at least, to KOS-MOS’s knowledge.

Could the Zohar been used in the creation of Cybertron somehow…?

“ ... I see, “ she finally responds, tone sounding ever so slightly more thoughtful. “ Out of all the information stored away within my programming and database, I have never heard of a planet like Cybertron. However, the information you have offered is appreciated and will be stored away in my memory banks. “

“ Where I am from, some planets are similar to Cybertron in the sense that they are highly advanced; places like Fifth Jerusalem and Second Miltia. No such technology or bioscience use anything like ‘sparks’ in the creation of androids. However, it is noted that Realians are similar to you in the sense that they seem to have ‘hearts’; they differ in the fact that they, too, resemble humans. “

[adirtysmall-blog]

She did not have a face while these humans were testing her? Absolutely disgusting. Knock Out could feel himself recoil at the thought. Did these creatures NOT understand just how disgusting they really were? By Primus, someone should teach them a thing or two about how vile such a thing is. Now, he had to fully admit that some of the discomforts his patients experienced on occasion were enjoyable for the medic, but those kind of things? No. That was simply barbaric.

     Another one for the ‘why humans should keep their filthy organic hands out of robotics’ book.

The mech simply took to watching the smaller android work her way through the information he had bestowed upon her, there was a lot more, but this would suffice for now. And she at the very least thanked him for his efforts.

          “You’re welcome~ There is a lot of supplementary information, but I wouldn’t do it justice. Historians would do a much better job explaining that to you properly.”

He took a moment to observe his servos, rhythmically moving his digits one by one.

          “I see, then your universe has some interesting attributes to it as well. How are those ‘Realians’ treated, if I may ask?”

     Nothing serious, just a little curiosity.

[warbreakdown-blog]

Well, THAT wasn’t ominous at all. A brow rose at this curious response to a simple question up until the familiar voice broke him out of his train of thought. Nearly dropping the relatively underdized device on the ground, he whipped around to regard this sneaky little mech with a surprised expression.

‹ ⚡ ›  “How long were you even there!?”

Seriously. Wait, what did he call it?

‹ ⚡ ›  “… Selfie? Seriously, Knock Out, are you adoptin’ fleshie terms now? Well, I already agreed to it, so whatever. Yeah, let’s go take that ‘selfie’. I’m guessin’ you wanna groom yourself up a bit before takin’ a photo that’s probably gonna be saved for a long time?”

[adirtysmall-blog]

Knock Out couldn’t help but snicker at his assistant’s reaction. Really Breakdown wouldn’t have thought that the medic would be so prepared for this? He’d have to school him again, really. If it came to things like these Knock Out was always eerily well-prepared.

         “Not that long at all, don’t worry.”

Another smile. With a few strides he was next to Breakdown instead, shrugging a little.

        “You know I am fond of human culture, not all of it mind you, but this is a concept that I can get behind. Really tough, I am good as is for this picture. Any imperfection that may be will not be visible in this. Now then, are you ready?”

    He already had his phone ready. Really, Knock Out was a just a little too enthusiastic about this.

[duowheeled]

@adirtysmall

     DESPITE HER initial frustration, the automaton could find a few things to be thankful for.

     ONE NAMELY being that Optimus Prime is present within this city alongside her. Just knowing that a capable team member is here as well gives the Autobot a much needed morale boost. Though not only that, thus far Arcee hadn’t seen nor heard any indications of Decepticons being here as well…

     OR AT least, until now that is.

     ❝ Stop right there, Knock Out. ❞ she delivers her warning with a vengeful emphasis on his name, metal brows furrowing together as her bright optics lock onto his frame. She can’t say she’s totally surprised, seeing as Decepticons seem to always appear wherever there’s an Autobot present.

     ❝ What exactly do you think you’re doing? ❞

[adirtysmall-blog]

    Oh you CAN’T be serious.

First Breakdown, then Optimus Prime and now Arcee. Arcee, who even asked him why he had become a turncoat? Really. Were these scientists out to plague him with this nonsense, were they out to try and ruin the medic’s glossy finish and flawless plating? Even if they weren’t pulling a cruel prank on him specifically, it sure seemed like it. 

With a sigh he raised his servos. It was difficult not to lash out at his fellow cybertronian in anger, but Knock Out knew better to let his foul mood about the situation ruin his interpersonal relationships.

     Especially considering the fact that she was also a victim of tampering.

          “I was drawn into this experiment, just like you... But have you perhaps forgotten that I am now on your side?”

Hopefully his mostly calm tone would be well received by the femme.

[warbreakdown-blog]

It looks like SOMEONE got their cellphone. Finally. Receiving a message on his device usually means one of two things: a mass text, or Knock Out. In this case, it happened to be the latter much to Breakdown’s relief. 

He preferred to isolate himself from the Hive– long-distance communication happened to be his primary (and only) source of keeping in touch with the rest of the city without actually getting involved, himself. The subject of the medic’s texts were, well… very HIM.

TO: Knock Out FROM: Breakdown

MESSAGE:

[1/?] i was gonna say “i’m shocked” but im not lol [2/2] as if i have anything better to do. where are ya?

[adirtysmall-blog]

Knock Out was pleasantly surprised to see that his assistant was so quick to reply. Breakdown never left him waiting. That was one of the many things that the medic appreciated about him.

TO: Breakdown FROM: Knock Out

[txt] I’d be very worried about you if you WERE shocked. [txt] I’m not far from your location as a matter of fact... [txt] Look behind you~ 

          “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now. Let’s take a ‘selfie’“

[transformersoutofcontext]

here it is

[adirtysmall-blog]

Nobody -> Citizen

Knock Out stared at the small piece of technology in his servos. Human communication devices? Really? At least comm link was usually reliable, if Starscream didn’t break the slagging connection with his bumblings that is.

 Anyway. He’d have fun with this

          To: Breakdown           From: Knock Out

[txt] Hey Breakdown, guess who got a small communication trinket? [txt] The technology is ancient beyond belief of course, but there is a camera function on it. [txt] Want to take a picture with me? ☆

@anangrylarge

[truemansamejima]

Adirtysmall: Samejima and the Meaning of Christmas

[truemansamejima]

“Uhhhh, actually you do.” Samejima replies with no sense of self preservation whatsoever. “You’re big, you look cool, you probably have some sort of hidden gun or weapon inside your limbs or torso. Doesn’t that mean you should be able of carrying stuff much heavier than humans can?”

Unless Knock Out is a tsukkomi, he’ll suddenly finding himself agreeing with Samejima’s logic, even if he hates it.

“Nice to meet ya, Knock Out, I’m Samejima! I don’t actually need any heavy lifting, ya see. I just need someone tall enough to put the star at the top of the Christmas tree. If you do that for me, I’ll owe you a manly debt!”

[adirtysmall-blog]

This guy must not be aware of how Cybertronians are built. Knock Out might look big to him, but really, he’s not that strong compared to others. He was built for speed, mostly. He had no bulk other than his shoulders, something that made him incredibly fragile when put into any sort of dangerous situation.

     At least he could peel out of there faster than anyone could scratch his paint.

But this human was still about... Let’s say 60% correct.

          “You’re not exactly wrong, but you’re not exactly right either. There’s others like me who are supposed to be bigger - and also stronger - than me. I do have built-in weapons, but I can’t use them right now. The scientists tampered with me in such a way that I can’t, at least for now. I’ll find away to fix myself. And yes, I can lift more than a human could, that much is a given, but I’d prefer not to lift anything that might mess up my finish.”

He scoffed before shaking his head lightly and smiling.

          “I appreciate that you think I am cool, though~”

Well then again, wasn’t it usual for types such as this guy, types such as Samejima, to think ‘giant robots’ are cool? Yeah, most definitely. Giant robots, explosions, fighting... All those kinds of things were without a doubt ‘manly’ as this human liked to describe it.

     But really, putting a star into that tree? Well that wasn’t that difficult. Not at all.

          “If you wanted me to do such a thing,you should have said so earlier, Samejima. And here I thought I would have to deal with tree sap ruining my finish.... I’ll do it.”

It was actually useful to have someone smaller than him in his debt. It’d grant him access to places that the mech couldn’t get into easily. What a great outcome!

[saiiwala]

          IT SEEMED he was to be largely without familiarity in this place, his conscience starved of a certain kind of comfort as a result. Despite the discovery of a fellow Cybertronian, and glad of it he was, his thoughts remained with his team. He had only newly returned to them, after what was certain to be a ❛long story❜, according to Ratchet. There was only a hope it would piece together his fragmented memory, answer the ❛HOW❜ and ❛WHY❜ plaguing his processes. But, for now, it would have to wait, as he was forced to overcome a new set of questions.

     No map he recalled told of its exact location, with an unfamiliar and almost utopic contour, spanning both below the earth and above, Each Sector differed drastically from the last; one such area being a frequently shifting topography, the next brimming with industry and spouting waste into its atmosphere, and then a low-rise squalor, choking on crime and sickness. They were all unique, sectioned off from one another. He was still adjusting, studying every nook and notch in the land and cityscape, committing it to memory. Hours upon hours later and he had at last paused to review all he had learned, and even amid his thought, Optimus Prime granted a passing family paying him stares the gentlest smile.

     It vanished with the intrusion of a voice, one he knew well. Plated brow heavy over his gaze, the Autobot swiveled to confirm its source. Something struck him as odd in the way the other addressed him– it was far too familiar, as though they were old friends. Had this been a result from whatever occurred during his lapse in recollection? He would broach this with caution.

          ▷ ❝That’s close enough, Knock Out.❞ he asserted, after securing his hand about the handle of the axe at his back.

     While he did not seek battle, seeing no reason in it, his guard was not yet ready to drop.

          ▷ ❝Did you accompany Megatron here?❞

[adirtysmall-blog]

    What was it with familiar bots and initial animosity to him?

              First, Breakdown punches him in the face while thinking he’s some kind of illusion and now Optimus Prime thinks that he is still a Decepticon working under Megatron.

As if by reflex Knock Out jumped back and put his servos in the air, barely containing a yelp. He did not want to fight, he never really did. What Knock Out did in a battle was purely dominate, if anything took more effort than he deemed necessary to achieve victory, he got himself away from that situation as quickly as possible, and boy was he quick.

    Fighting Optimus Prime without any tools or weapons nor the element of surprise? Yeah, no. He would be glitched if he thought he had an inkling of a chance there.

        “Please don’t draw your weapons! Megatron isn’t in this city. Besides, I don’t work under him anymore! Have you forgotten what happened..? ... Actually.. That is perfectly possible.”

His panicked yelling turned into musings. Could it be that they tampered with his memories? Of course, that could be: These scientists were capable of anything, the medic had come to figure.

        “This might sound implausible, but please hear me out. We are both aware of the fact that these scientists have tampered with us, right?”

He took a look at the Autobot leader’s new decals before continuing.

          “It’s also possible they might have messed with your memories too. I know this might sound like another trick, but I am no Starscream. Would you allow me to tell you exactly what happened?”

[antignosis]

She had been constructed for a particular purpose.

However, that purpose didn’t involve KOS-MOS lasting as long as she already has. In fact, it had been planned from the beginning that she would initially perish once her purpose had been fulfilled and yet, here she still stands and remains. Perhaps it’s the work of someone up above or just KOS-MOS’s own stubborn nature along with her strong bond with her administrator.

Whatever it may be, she didn’t wish to think about it too much at the moment.

“ As long as it can be accessed in some manner, I can tap into it... However, it is noted that many of my capabilities have been locked away for the time being since arriving within this city,” she admits, the slightest of frowns appearing on her features. “ But I see. That will be noted and I will be sure to inquire about your planet if that is permissible. In return, I will offer whatever information I can about the galaxy I am from. “ it’s the least she could do, really.

“ Hm. I see. That makes sense. I had simply been curious if you two were from the same place or not however and as such I apologize if I had assumed anything. “

[adirtysmall-blog]

The mech took everything she said with a small smile still. Despite her emotional output being low, her capabilities were intriguingly high. KOS-MOS was a capable android, that much Knock Out knew for sure. He took a moment to compose his thoughts about just how he would share this information with her. After that he refocused his optics on her.

          “Your capabilities are quite amazing, then. Those humans didn’t just build you with aesthetics in mind, then.”

He shrugged playfully before he continued.

          “Of course it is permissible, I’ve been talking about it a lot anyway, so it’s no big deal. Cybertron is.. well no, it was a former shell of itself due to a planet-scale war that went on for millions upon millions of years. If anything, our planet is just like its inhabitants. Cybertron’s surface is plated with metal and kept alive by a core of pure energy.  That core is actually our God.. Our creator, you could say? Our sparks - comparable to human hearts - all stem from his spark too.”

Knock Out took a deep breath, all of this is such a mouthful. There were many things he had to explain, really. Eons of history, books worth of terminology, hopefully KOS-MOS could understand all of what he had explained already.

          “There is so much more to tell, but if there is anything unclear about that, please tell me. I’d love to hear about what galaxy you are from, too. And really, you do not have to apologize for anything you might say. Your curiosity is much appreciated.”

[adirtysmall-blog]

✨ Peace of mind

[warbreakdown-blog]

In some senses of the word, just sitting down drinking a familiar drink was a mood lifter. It wasn’t hard for Breakdown to go a bit OVERBOARD, eventually. It was needless to say that he was in high spirits, having bootleg drinks with his partner.

VERY high spirits.

It felt like a little party between two people, drinking amateur grade engex in the edge of nowhere overlooking a surprisingly scenic view.

‹ ⚡ ›   “Yeah. Cheers to a good new year of our partnership.”

His words carried a fair amount of enthusiasm. It’s nice, you know, NOT being completely scrapped and in the company of a mech he wholly trusted, leagues away from a war he grew more and more tired of.

It didn’t even matter where they are—they’re here TOGETHER.

One drink turned into a handful of refills. Between each refill were brief quips back and forth, each more enthusiastic than the last. If there was a certain side-effect of overconsuming the Cybertronian equivalent of beer, it was the EUPHORIA that comes along with it.

‹ ⚡ ›   “This is the life, huh? Nothin’ else to worry about, no Autobots to tail, no wars to fight, nothin’ to scratch your paint job.”

The last bit was a bit of a quip, accompanied by a laugh and a light nudge.

‹ ⚡ ›   “Even though none of that matters here, anyways… still a nice change”, y’know? You bein’ here’s a big bonus on that.”

[adirtysmall-blog]

Usually Knock Out would mind his drinking behavior, limit his intake and make sure he didn’t end up doing things he’d regret. But tonight, with his partner by his side and this rather good amateur engex on tap, he let himself go a little. There was nothing he‘d actually regret, he reckoned.

         “Cheers~”

He mingled happily with Breakdown while downing several cups - not as many as his assistant, mind you -  but still plenty. Their conversations started getting more loose and happy, which had been exactly the intention behind this little set up: No pretense, just good old fun.

     The medic enjoyed his asisstant’s enthusiasm so much it literally moved him; it seemed as though with every refill the mech scooted a little closer to his partner.

Not only that, but the drink made him a little less snappy too. With that little quip Breakdown could have totally soured Knock Out’s mood. However, the amount of engex that he had consumed was enough to make him flirt with the other mech instead of snap.

          “This most definitely is the life... And if unforeseen things do manage to scratch me I have my maestro to take good care of me... Ah.. You’re such a bonus to me too, Breakdown. It’s impossible to call you anything less than that.”

If there is one thing the mech lost with a little too much engex consumption it was boundaries. That little nudge had spurred him into swinging his legs over the other’s and pulling himself in as close as he possibly could be. With his sharp digits he tapped on his assistant’s chest plate rhythmically while finishing his current cup.

After a refreshed sigh he crooned.

          “I really missed this back then... No, I simply missed you.”

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✨ Peace of mind

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‹ ⚡ ›   “And how long were you at it, exactly? Actually, you know what? Don’t answer that. It’ll ruin the—“ For added effect, he twiddles his digits. “—magic.”

Knock Out was a smart mech. If he could get something as simple as an Engex distillery to get up and running via primitive Earth technology (who was he to judge how easy or how hard it was to BUILD one, anyways? He’s more of a ‘break stuff’ kinda guy) then that’s one for the books. The effort alone was worth a thousand praises. As for the execution? A thousand more.

As if he needed to be asked twice. Breakdown was all too eager to take from the medic that little cup. Cybertronian booze, one of the very few things Breakdown has at the moment to remind him of home.

‹ ⚡ ›   “I got it.”

With that same eagerness, the entire cup was consumed without much care for caution. If it were poisoned by some flaw in chemistry or whatever, then consider this Breakdown taking the bullet for a dear friend.

He was a bit TOO eager to drown in that Engex.

‹ ⚡ ›   “Hah!  Oh, yeah, for the record, it’s not poisoned so it’s safe for you to drink it.”

Nostalgic.

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It was refreshing to see Breakdown react in such a way, it made Knock Out snicker. Ah, almost like the old days when they... No this was here and now. Don’t think about such things. Right now they would drink and talk, enjoy their peace together. Their little spot with a nice view and a nice drink.

 The medic watched as his assistant downed the entire cup without so much as a hint of hesitation. Unbelievable that he would just drink it all... Well if they drink together like this tonight will be a fun night indeed.

          “Well then, I’ll make some more immediately. We’ll need a lot more if we keep consuming it like this.”

He got up and made a jug’s worth, sitting down next to Breakdown and pouring both the bruiser and himself another cup of engex.

          “Let’s toast to a ... ‘good new year’? I’d much rather toast just to us being back together for a long time to come, really.”

With a grand gesture he rose his cup, laughing a bit before taking a sip himself. It was a little strong for his tastes, but hey... Who cares? It did taste good regardless.