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[OOC]
Good evening! Â If you are still following this RP blog, I apologize that things never picked back up. As of now, this account is closed. Â I will leave it up for anybody who would like to reminisce, but no further activity will occur here.
However!
That is because I have started a brand new account with the same old url, just with a whole fresh start. Â We're going back to the beginning.
Come say hi!
OOC
Signing in for the activity check. Â This account is currently on hiatus, but I'll try to get it back up and running as soon as I can.
[ooc: temporary reduced activity]
My laptop is on the fritz, and trying to follow RP from my iPod is kind of difficult. TB will be back in business soon, I just need to find a replacement for poor old Eve. If you need to contact me, there's a link to my personal on TB's information page.
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The Mating Game.
Final Question, fill in the blank (no word bank): Â My greatest fear is ______.Â
... worms.
breakingatrail:
No, but…
But?Â
We both know how that would end.
It doesn’t have to end that way because. Well, because.Â
Because why?
strategician replied to your post: I’m being forward with you. I want your spike in my valve. Stat.
Who said I was teasing?  Â
… Â
Come on, it’s not like we have anything better to do!Â
No, but…
But?Â
We both know how that would end.
Shut up, Inferno.
strategician replied to your post: I’m being forward with you. I want your spike in my valve. Stat.
Who said I was teasing?  Â
… Â
Come on, it’s not like we have anything better to do!Â
No, but...
strategician replied to your post: I’m being forward with you. I want your spike in my valve. Stat.
Who said I was teasing?  Â
... Â
idw-inferno replied to your post: I’m being forward with you. I want your spike in my valve. Stat.
Well then.
Shut up, Inferno.
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I'm being forward with you. I want your spike in my valve. Stat.
Rotors... please don't tease me like that.
Drinks. With a Friend.
Getting out of his room, even for something as potentially stressful as this, is probably good for Trailbreaker.  He knows he’s been keeping to himself way too much lately, when it would probably be better to be keeping company with other people to avoid spending too much time alone with his thoughts.
Not that all those thoughts have been bad.  He’s had time to think about the things he’d done wrong, things he probably still does wrong.  It’s good to be able to recognize your flaws, and after the breakup it became glaringly clear what TB’s faults were, at least to himself. Â
Maybe this will be some sort of closure, he thinks as he enters the bar, looking around for Rotors.  He can apologize for being a thoughtless afthole, promise to be a better friend then he was a lover, and maybe… maybe things can be okay again.
Probably not, but… it’s worth a try.
“Did you already order?” he asks as he slides into the seat across from Rotorstorm. “Um, I mean, hi.”
“Oh, hey.” Rotors hesitates for a moment. Should he get up and offer his hand, should he just sit here and nod politely? Fuck, it’s like TB walks in and all of a sudden he’s forgotten basic manners and tact. Shit. He settles on a bright smile and a small laugh, putting his chin in his hands and shaking his head in the negative.
Play it cool. Just a meeting between friends.
“Not yet, I figured you know more about the good stuff so I’d let you order something for me. You know what I like.”
"Okay, sure." Â Something sweet with a kick, that's usually pretty easy. Â The drink he orders when the serving drone skitters up to the table comes in small shots, but he's going to keep an eye on how much Rotors--
No. Â He's got to stop doing that. Â Rotorstorm can take care of himself, he's doesn't need TB hovering. Â
Drinks. With a Friend.
Rotorstorm’s not nervous. Not in the least. He isn’t meeting up with any strange intentions, he’s also not meeting up with the mech whose spark he’d put through emotional torture, only to rope him further in to a relationship that was more roller coaster ride than romance which culminated in an awful parting of ways that had left Rotorstorm more desperate than he had felt in a long time. Oh, Primus no, not at all.Â
But true to form, he’s going to be the mech he has to be. He’s going to be decent and buy Trailbreaker a drink. He’ll put on a smile, he’ll do his party tricks, he’ll apologize and that will be that. That’ll take care of business and maybe shut the thoughts up he’s been having. It’s so difficult to do stuff when he can’t get out of his head, when he’s stuck with a thought on repeat. Especially if those thoughts are all about how he’d completely ruined TB’s life. Or something like that.Â
He makes his way to the bar, slipping into one of the quiet corners, picking a corner table only because he wants to talk away from prying, nosy gossip mongers. It’s all he can offer the other mech, anyway.Â
Getting out of his room, even for something as potentially stressful as this, is probably good for Trailbreaker. Â He knows he's been keeping to himself way too much lately, when it would probably be better to be keeping company with other people to avoid spending too much time alone with his thoughts.
Not that all those thoughts have been bad. Â He's had time to think about the things he'd done wrong, things he probably still does wrong. Â It's good to be able to recognize your flaws, and after the breakup it became glaringly clear what TB's faults were, at least to himself. Â
Maybe this will be some sort of closure, he thinks as he enters the bar, looking around for Rotors. Â He can apologize for being a thoughtless afthole, promise to be a better friend then he was a lover, and maybe... maybe things can be okay again.
Probably not, but... it's worth a try.
"Did you already order?" he asks as he slides into the seat across from Rotorstorm. "Um, I mean, hi."
