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how drunk can you get my muse? send me âhave you everâs and for every one my muse has done, theyâll take a drink.
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
Imagine your favorite robot seeing a Fire Dance or Fire Eating performance. How they react is up to you.
=owo= *alwaysandforever*
Always and forever.
Leave  =owo= if you want to ship our muses.
ââŠ.yer jusâ so prettyâŠâ  His sirens made a sharp âblip!â as he realized what heâd just let slip.  âI-I meanâŠ.!  U-UhâŠoh dâya hear thaâ?  UhhâŠ.I think Redâs callin fer meâŠâ Â
Oh, he was so going to try and escape. Â Escape and go find a hole large enough to hide in for a few and let everything blow over.
His optics widen in surprise, but then the saboteur is back to smirking again. âOh my Primus, yes. Anâ I think itâs urgent, so off ya go; wouldnât wanna keep ya.â
He starts walking away from Inferno, seemingly done with the conversation, until he half-turns to call over his shoulder. âAnâ so are you, ya hunk~! See ya!â
As he tried to round the corner, those words hit him. Â His lights and sirens lit up the hall like a rave, and he wondered how many drinks heâd need before he could let go of this massive wave of embarrassment that had run him over.
âIâŠ..guessâŠ.?  Though, I really donât have much ta offer other than my profession.  âŠ.âM not thaâ good at anythinâ else.â Â
At this point he could hardly even look at Jazz, afraid his lights would flash again.  Primus, the mech was pretty⊠ N-not that Red wasnât prettyâŠ.!  Now his optics were firmly set on staring at the floor.Â
âDude, if I was taller, Iâd smack ya upside the helm â though I could do it with a paddle now anâ get it over with. Thatâs all I gotta say.â
Thereâs nothing but humor in his tone and a smile on his faceplate, which the saboteur is keeping from morphing into another good-natured laugh. Jazz moves closer and leans forward, his optics searching for Infernoâs. âWhaâ? Rust got yer vocals or somethinâ?â
â....yer jusâ so pretty...â  His sirens made a sharp âblip!â as he realized what heâd just let slip.  âI-I mean....!  U-Uh...oh dâya hear thaâ?  Uhh....I think Redâs callin fer me...â Â
Oh, he was so going to try and escape. Â Escape and go find a hole large enough to hide in for a few and let everything blow over.
âI know butâŠ!  Jazz, Iâmma big mech thaâ likes ta occasionally let mahself be set on fireâ who in their righâ mind- no offense, would wanna grind their gears ta tha?â
âStop beinâ so hard-headed! I know âsetting yourself on fireâ is yer staple thing, but peeps can look past that! Thereâs more to ya than jusâ your profession, anâ I bet Red Alert saw that. You get me, âFerno?â
âI.....guess....? Â Though, I really donât have much ta offer other than my profession. Â ....âM not thaâ good at anythinâ else.â Â
At this point he could hardly even look at Jazz, afraid his lights would flash again. Â Primus, the mech was pretty... Â N-not that Red wasnât pretty....! Â Now his optics were firmly set on staring at the floor.Â
âMyâŠ..self esteem?  Wh- wait what dâya mean the other way âround?  Thaâ jusâ doesnât seem right, Jazz.  But, Iâve never really thought âbout it.âÂ
He reached to rub the back of his helm, frowning slightly as he tried to take in this new information.  He was just used to being the background mech, the one people only called on if they needed something.  ThisâŠthis was way different. Â
He rolls his optics behind his visor. âAwright âFerno, then jusâ think: ya say basically everybodyâs outta yer league. Have ya ever considered that someone mightâve had looked at you anâ thought that very same thing? Thatâs what I mean when I say âthe other way roundâ.â
âI know but...! Â Jazz, Iâmma big mech thaâ likes ta occasionally let mahself be set on fire-- who in their righâ mind- no offense, would wanna grind their gears ta tha?â
His mouth droops open slightly before itâs snapped shut.  âNo no- Ok fine butâ  Yer waaaaaaay outta mah league, mech.  You, an Red, anâ damn near everybodyâŠ.!â Â
âMan, Iâm gonna have ya workinâ on that self-esteem. I canât jusâ have you thinkinâ everybodyâs outta your league â have ya ever thought it might also be the other way âround?â
He crosses his arms, looks up at the taller mech with a small smirk. âI mean⊠some things are a two-way street yâknow?â
âMy.....self esteem?  Wh- wait what dâya mean the other way âround?  Thaâ jusâ doesnât seem right, Jazz.  But, Iâve never really thought âbout it.âÂ
He reached to rub the back of his helm, frowning slightly as he tried to take in this new information. Â He was just used to being the background mech, the one people only called on if they needed something. Â This...this was way different. Â
âWha- bu-â  Heâd wave his arms around if it wouldnât make him look like a giant doofus.  âBecauseâŠ.!  Because youâreâ!â  He moves his arms in a curvy motion. Â
Jazz canât help but laugh. âDonât be silly, Inferno; as if my physique had anythinâ to do with this. Slim mechs ainât the only ones that make my engine rev, my friend, so for Primusâ sake just take the compliment.â
His mouth droops open slightly before itâs snapped shut. Â âNo no- Ok fine but-- Â Yer waaaaaaay outta mah league, mech. Â You, an Red, anâ damn near everybody....!â Â
Well thaâs one thinâ we have in common then⊠ Neither aâ us appreciate any aâ this. Â
Outwardly, he only nodded his head, making his expression as neutral as possible.  âItâs no problem.  Jusâ doinâ mah job.âÂ
â â;; âMhm, bring me the simplified version when you have it, although Iâd like it ASAP so I can get on with other pressing matters, hopefully you understand.âÂ
Oh he had the simplified version. Â He had every version of any rule on his person at all times. Â But...
Normally his inner voice would chide him about being an aft and his overpowering urge to do good would straighten him out, but this time...this time he was very willing to let his occasional nastiness slide.  It just made his plating burn to call a Con- especially Megatron âsir.â  Â
âIâll get it done.âÂ
thespecopsbot said: âWhat? Nobody ever tell ya youâre a good-lookinâ red hunk? Gee, RedâŠâ
ââŠ..did someone put ya up ta thisâŠ?  Yanno ya wonât hurt mah feelins if they did.â
âWhaaaaat? Now youâre hurtinâ mine! Why would ya think someone put me up tâ this? Give yaself some credit, man.â
âWha- bu-â Â Heâd wave his arms around if it wouldnât make him look like a giant doofus. Â âBecause....! Â Because youâre--!â Â He moves his arms in a curvy motion. Â
âuh ohâ i whispered as i began to ship it
thespecopsbot said: âWhat? Nobody ever tell ya youâre a good-lookinâ red hunk? Gee, RedâŠâ
â.....did someone put ya up ta this...? Â Yanno ya wonât hurt mah feelins if they did.â
Âż *revs engine*
He looked over his shoulder, almost positive that Jazz couldnât possibly-- Â His ladder wings twitched and his lights flashed, betraying his delight, even though he was head over heels confused.