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semi-selective roleplay blog for g1 sunstreaker. LOW ACTIVITY 

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daringherring‌:

Jazz shoots Sunstreaker a single incredulous look before scooping up his datapad and standing. He had been enjoying some time spent in a public area where at least he could appreciate the illusion of being social, but he finds now that he’d rather be anywhere else.

“Are you even supposed to be talkin’ to me, man?” he asks as he heads for the door, and he thinks he does an admirable job of masking the bitterness that threatens to spill over. “I’m not lookin’ for more trouble.”

“why wouldn’t I be allowed to talk to you?”

it’s a very good question considering jazz is spouting nonsense. jazz knows something sunstreaker doesn’t, he assumes, but that isn’t anything out of the ordinary. the weird thing is that jazz is under the impression that sunstreaker is privy to this information as well. it’s like he missed a pivotal episode of as the kitchen sinks and now everyone is either in a coma or faking their own death without any kind of context; baffling and irritating. 

“if you have something you want to say, I’m all audio receptors.”

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“I heard you say it,” Jazz agrees.

And generally, he would also have considered Sunstreaker a friend–but he’s currently taking a bit of a break from that, until this whole situation is figured out.

“But I got some work to do–” A lie, of course. He doesn’t currently have any work to do, and Sunstreaker’s to blame for that– “so why don’tcha tell someone else?”

it doesn’t look like jazz is busy. sunstreaker had walked on him sitting alone in the rec room, by very definition a place where you aren’t supposed to do work.

“who twisted your crankshaft?” 

what was the point of causing a dramatic scene if your friends weren’t going to play along? now he would have to start this all over again with autobots who actually cared about being called ugly.

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@daringherring​ continued from x

something clearly crawled up jazz’s crankshaft and died there. that’s the only explanation for the other autobot’s rude response, because sunstreaker hadn’t done anything wrong. 

“I’m telling you, aren’t I?”

he’s been operating under the assumption that jazz was one of his ugly, ugly friends. 

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