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@chopahface
Just. Whistles at him. That real low, slow kind of whistle.
Dinobot pauses in what he's doing, which is practicing with his sword and blades against a very tattered tree.
The appearance of Rattrap does give him pause, though.
"What?"
Not long until Mondoy again. There's so many radio broadcasts and 'podcasts' these days, it's much louder on this little planet...
'Mondoy'.
Dinobot. Dinobot, please.
:c
You know, my favorite day of the week.
Fried Day.
You do this to me? Your loving, patient apefriend who loves you so much?
Not only do I do this to you, I might, perhaps, do it for you.
[SNRK]
Not long until Mondoy again. There's so many radio broadcasts and 'podcasts' these days, it's much louder on this little planet...
'Mondoy'.
Dinobot. Dinobot, please.
:c
You know, my favorite day of the week.
Fried Day.
Not long until Mondoy again. There's so many radio broadcasts and 'podcasts' these days, it's much louder on this little planet...
'Mondoy'.
"Do you want a script pack for Maximal glyphs and shorthand? I don't mind sharing."
"If you don't mind, I suppose." He does nudge his shoulder against Primal's though- no hard feelings for earlier, he supposed.
"But I want to take a shower, first."
“Have to go wash all the dust out of your ports, I take it,” Optimus chuckles, shaking his helm. “Go enjoy your shower, then. I’ll be here when you’re done, and we can see what else you need updating. How’s your antiviral protocols?”
The look on Dinobot's face, in that moment, is both wryly amused and somehow disbelieving.
"That was an invitation to join me, Primal. Unless you truly want to do inventory, and then far be it from me to stop you."
"Do you want a script pack for Maximal glyphs and shorthand? I don't mind sharing."
"If you don't mind, I suppose." He does nudge his shoulder against Primal's though- no hard feelings for earlier, he supposed.
"But I want to take a shower, first."
"Ey, somebody go tell Inferno we found somebody new for him to worship!"
Dinobot freezes. There is.. a worrying moment of silence, and then Dinobot lunges, scooping Rattrap up and tucking him under an arm as he makes his way down the hall and... perhaps out of prying audials. From there, Dinobot sets Rattrap on his berth. Note- he does not throw him, either. "Repeat that."
Rattrap screeches.
Oh, Primus, he knew it, this is how he dies-- Dinobot finally snapping, teeth closing down on his throat. Rattrap always knew this would happen, some day. Was always warning everybody it would happen. They'd all wake up dead one day and there'd be Dinobot, licking the blood off his chops and using Primal's head to recite Hamlet.
Except-- except when he takes his paws off of his eyes and uncurls, he's not dead.
He's been deposited like a beanie baby onto a pristinely made berth. It's got sheets and everything, all folded like Dinobot used a fucking ruler to measure the corners. He'd of burrowed himself under the pillows the second Dinobot let go of him if there were any at the head of the bed, but they're stacked at the foot instead. Weirdo.
"Wha-- uh, fuck off?" Rattrap asks weakly, his tail tucking up around his body. Lately he's been more comfortable on four legs than two and just hasn't bothered transforming back, but he's starting to regret that. Maybe Dinobot would've had a marginally harder time snatching him up like a football.
"No." This is spoken with a hiss- and then oddly enough, Dinobot draws himself up and back, and takes a deep invent, as though calming himself. Letting out that same vent slowly, he sighs, and sits down next to Rattrap, the hydraulics in his joints hissing as he relaxes. "The last part, Rattrap. Is it true?" He doesn't I know how to feel about that sort of thing.
They were only joking around.
"I am unsure of how to proceed, if so, however, if this is true, then that means that something must change." A pause, as he takes Rattrap in, then, and squints at him. "Not everything- you are still a nuisance. ..but I am just as responsible as you are. I will hardly leave you to do this sort of thing alone."
It would be disrepectful, much less dishonorable, and he can not bring himself to ever consider that as an option.
"I need to know, Rattrap. Is it true?"
"Who pissed in your cornflakes?🤨"
@tyrannical-t-rex
"I prefer raisin bran if you must know." He makes a grumpy noise about it, but turns halfway to peer at the t-rex. "It was implied that I am unable to read. This is clearly a lie."
"I- of course you're one of those- how could I forget." He muttered before returning his attention to the topic at hand.
"I know that's a lie, but I do wonder what prompt it?"
He tsks softly under his breath, and waves a servo dismissively.
"Likely my lack of Maximal programing. I have no way to properly read their words, as it were."
Megatron stared, baffled. "Please tell me you are joking." There's no way dinobots programming would affect his reading of maximal texts that badly.
"Maybe they are just handing you gibberish to make you look like a fool."
Something about that ruffles his plating, but he promised Airazor he'd try, so he fights the impulse down, instead.
"I regret to inform you I am not. I might remind you that I am, perhaps, a bit older than some of you. Rhinox and I are around the same age. Ask him if he can read Predacon script. I never downloaded Predacon script."
"Ey, somebody go tell Inferno we found somebody new for him to worship!"
"I HAVE NO NEED OF INFERNO, YOU BUMBLING IMBECILE, PRIMAL'S FACE IS THRONE ENOUGH-"
Rattrap just grins.
A terrible, no-good, awful grin. The sort you might find in a children's Christmas story.
Dinobot fucked up. Is he going to admit that he fucked up? No. But he did, and he knows it, and Rattrap knows it.
Time to double down.
"What! What's that look for? You haven't sat on a face in your time? The true warrior's bond is to wrestle!"
His whiskers twitch. He's trying so, so hard not to laugh in Dinobot's face, but he's doing a terrible job at hiding it.
"You tellin' me you twos guys have been knocking boots and he still hasn't managed ta dislodge that giant stick up your shriveled ass?"
"And tell me, Rattrap, perchance do you see yourself interested in this for a reason?" Have some fangs, rat.
"Perhaps you feel left out?"
"I mean, yeah, would'a been nice ta know I was the side piece before you put a bitlet in--"
Rattrap freezes, ears going back flat and eyes darting to the side. Is there enough room for him to bolt past Dinobot? If he feints one way and then dodges the other, maybe he can make it.
"I din' say nothin', fuck off!"
Dinobot freezes. There is.. a worrying moment of silence, and then Dinobot lunges, scooping Rattrap up and tucking him under an arm as he makes his way down the hall and... perhaps out of prying audials.
From there, Dinobot sets Rattrap on his berth. Note- he does not throw him, either.
"Repeat that."
"Ey, somebody go tell Inferno we found somebody new for him to worship!"
"I HAVE NO NEED OF INFERNO, YOU BUMBLING IMBECILE, PRIMAL'S FACE IS THRONE ENOUGH-"
Rattrap just grins.
A terrible, no-good, awful grin. The sort you might find in a children's Christmas story.
Dinobot fucked up. Is he going to admit that he fucked up? No. But he did, and he knows it, and Rattrap knows it.
Time to double down.
"What! What's that look for? You haven't sat on a face in your time? The true warrior's bond is to wrestle!"
His whiskers twitch. He's trying so, so hard not to laugh in Dinobot's face, but he's doing a terrible job at hiding it.
"You tellin' me you twos guys have been knocking boots and he still hasn't managed ta dislodge that giant stick up your shriveled ass?"
"And tell me, Rattrap, perchance do you see yourself interested in this for a reason?" Have some fangs, rat.
"Perhaps you feel left out?"
"Who pissed in your cornflakes?🤨"
@tyrannical-t-rex
"I prefer raisin bran if you must know." He makes a grumpy noise about it, but turns halfway to peer at the t-rex. "It was implied that I am unable to read. This is clearly a lie."
"I- of course you're one of those- how could I forget." He muttered before returning his attention to the topic at hand.
"I know that's a lie, but I do wonder what prompt it?"
He tsks softly under his breath, and waves a servo dismissively.
"Likely my lack of Maximal programing. I have no way to properly read their words, as it were."
"Ey, somebody go tell Inferno we found somebody new for him to worship!"
"I HAVE NO NEED OF INFERNO, YOU BUMBLING IMBECILE, PRIMAL'S FACE IS THRONE ENOUGH-"
Rattrap just grins.
A terrible, no-good, awful grin. The sort you might find in a children's Christmas story.
Dinobot fucked up. Is he going to admit that he fucked up? No. But he did, and he knows it, and Rattrap knows it.
Time to double down.
"What! What's that look for? You haven't sat on a face in your time? The true warrior's bond is to wrestle!"
"Ey, somebody go tell Inferno we found somebody new for him to worship!"
"I HAVE NO NEED OF INFERNO, YOU BUMBLING IMBECILE, PRIMAL'S FACE IS THRONE ENOUGH-"
air-razor " Oh come now that's a little dramatic no?"
"Drama is the turning point of the world, and I am taped to its axis."
" Dinobot, you are a dear to me. But somedays I swear by Onyx Prime..." She's going to drop a wing over his head to shove his feathers in his face. " You live and breathe drama you Queen."
His breath is hissing laughter, and lightly, he nudges her wing away, optics crinkling at the corners.
"As a lover of the arts, I should know something about drama, at the very least."
"Who pissed in your cornflakes?🤨"
@tyrannical-t-rex
"I prefer raisin bran if you must know." He makes a grumpy noise about it, but turns halfway to peer at the t-rex. "It was implied that I am unable to read. This is clearly a lie."
air-razor " Oh come now that's a little dramatic no?"
"Drama is the turning point of the world, and I am taped to its axis."
"Everyday something happens. I should have just stayed dead!"
"I can make that happen."
GET SQUISHED.
