[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

I know a few guys who think you are hot but the problem is that like most of my friends they are Decepticons.

His optics grow a little that... he's going to open his mouth then shake his helm and down the rest of the bottle.

Hes not sure what to do with that information but he did overhear the Megatron comment the other day—

[sparkchamber]

"Can yall stop tormenting Rung, please, sufferin' solar fields you all have nothin better to do then pester the doc..."

“No, no, it’s alright, really,” Rung insists, servos up to placate Kup. “They’re only curious, hm? I’m happy to try and answer questions. Better they get directly from me than to hear rumors and who knows what else. But!”

Mwah. Kup gets a kiss on the cheek for his troubles.

“Thank you for speaking up for me.”

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

Kup just mutters then crosses his arms at the kiss, he's still young at spark— "Alright alright.." he vents through his nostrils then shuffles, "you might bring yourself by later if you've got time. You and Megs. I made food for that weird human holiday that's tomorrow."

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

(Blubrownrpblog) Undex was asleep in his room, well temporary room in kups quarters until he was instantly woken up by the smell of energon.

Undex enter the room wiping his optic “Grandsire? Did you cook something?” He asked tiredly.

Kup was cooking, er finishing cooking a large mess of food. Neatly plated on the counter. He hears Undex walk in and tilts his helm, "mornin sleepy spark."

"Ah humans have these weird celebrations I figured I'd make something of one here." He smiles,

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

Kups in his quarters preparing food. The smell of his cooking is moving through out the halls. He's heard of human customs from verity about 'friends giving' they had something similar on Cybertron during the primal age but it was just a feast of victors...

But he was doing it his own way, Ironfilling casserol. Rusted rolls with glazing. Mashed copper with argon gravy. Amongst a table full of different things he's made. He's got a bowl in his hands and he'd whipping up things for his deviled carbon bumpers which he generously applies the centers.

When he's done the several tables long of food is ready and he smiles nodding his head at his work.

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

Reads the new transformers issues*

Starscream my guy

what the fuck

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

Megs...the hell are you doin..

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

You know that point everything seems to be happening all at once and it just seems to be getting worse and worse to the point you can only cry and laugh..

Because that's right now- don't get me wrong being diagnosed with something that validates years of pain, frustration and illness but- now the severity of the situation has hit me and... I don't know what to do

I've been diagnosed with a blood disorder and apparently my blood clots extremely TOO quickly.. and they're putting me on two different blood thinners.. I *now* can't have kids because any access estrogen in my body will... cause clots and force them up into my heart and possibly stroke and die. So

I'm not sure what to do

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

Tarn cannot hide his curiosity at the toasty fragrant cup of filtered energon (coffee). "Is that a new energon blend?"

"Mhm.. I add a dash of whiskey to it I guess it's an acquired taste.. used to be popular back before the golden age was the golden age..." he blinks and realizes he just showed how old he was....

He just sighs, "Want a cup?"

[mnemoiisms]

He'll just roll out a plate of breakfast for the doc and slide out a cup of coffee, breakfast with grandpa!!!

Are you really ‘grandpa’ when you and Trepan are close to the same age?

But he is absolutely taking a chair with a tired “Thanks”. Mmmm, yes. Coffee. Sssssssip

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

"Do you want me to take the pancakes back?" He teases,

"I'm everyone's grandpa- well cept for Optimus...he just calls me sire sometimes..which is...odd but hey I'll take it."

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

Hes making pancakes, hashbrows and eggs for breakfast. Old man's sipping his coffee out of his rodimus star mug.

Anyone's welcome to have breakfast with grandpa.

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

You didn't get into my supply of moonshine did you? I was saving that for a special occasion. ...Like a really good round of sex. Or Prowl losing a fight with a table. -Codeblue

"No, kid I'm just fraggin weird."

[red-in-revolt]

Codeblue snickers, "Oh please, I'm the damn PRIME of weirdness. You can't shock me. And stop calling me 'kid' I'm just as much of an old man you know."

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

"Glitch, please.. I've got millions of years on you...literally"

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

You didn't get into my supply of moonshine did you? I was saving that for a special occasion. ...Like a really good round of sex. Or Prowl losing a fight with a table. -Codeblue

"No, kid I'm just fraggin weird."

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

"Old timer? That's something you'll never be if

you don't get back to the city." Then kup proceeds to spin around on a tanks barrel like a hoe

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

"Trick or Treat Kup."

Hes got a little baggie of treats he hands Quark, "and before you ask no.. there are not razor blades or..anything stupid hidden in them.. Primus-"

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

“Kup, darling. Would you prefer a trick or a treat?”

"Treats... I'm too old for tricks-"

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

*slowly adds in a miko*

Your problem now

"No-"

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

A set of giggling twins has appeared, followed by a somewhat stiff carrier. Ash and Ember have taken inspiration from Kade, of all people, and dressed as clowns.

They’ve discovered the thrill of gymnastics and wanted an excuse for practicing cartwheels and tumbling as they go along their merry way. Plus, they get some use out of their carrier’s extensive rubber chicken collection. The hallways of the firehouse and the sidewalks of Griffin Rock will soon be alive with the discordant wailing of rubber chicken screeches.

Heatwave is lagging behind, but manages to step up just as the pair make it to their sire.

“Trick or Treat!!”

Kups head tilts as he just got done decorating himself. He looks up seeing Heatwave.. he frowns. "You alright?" He gently rubs each of the twins helms before walking over to his partner.