Hello Mama.

how much did you like getting eaten out?

"Ahem."

Cue Crosshairs loading his weapon in the distance.

➤♚;; “Down, boy.”

#Not safe fer wimps #((MORE JUDGING.))

Have a hard stare from Crosshairs as he continues loading weapons.

how much did you like getting eaten out?

#((JUDGING YOU YOUNG LADY. B[ ))#Not safe fer wimps

"Ahem."

Cue Crosshairs loading his weapon in the distance.

itchyfxngxrs is on Crosshairs' scope.

"Well, well. If it ain't Hound. How ya doin', old mech?" Crosshairs asked with a chuckle, twirling one of his guns around a digit.

#itchyfxngxrs #((Ahhhh Hound!))#((Thanks for the follow 8) ))

[Cat shaming] I can't go a day without fragging Crosshairs

CATSHAMING; what kind of a “catshaming” sign would your character hang on my character’s neck?

“As much as that may please me… I punch him in the helm more often then we indulge in the berthroom.”

"Where's the shame in that?"

Cue a quick jab to the paratrooper's arm for that ice bucket incident. "You're an idiot, you know?" With an exvent, the samurai bot then presses against the paratrooper to plant a gentle kiss against his cheek-plate. "But you're /my/ idiot."

"Heh heh heh."

"Ya know ya love it."

A roll of his optics. “You’re as charming as you are with your guns.”

"Don't ya know? My guns love the sweet talk just as much as ya do." He leans closer and giggles. "But my guns aren't the ones who get excited for it.~"

It had been a more planned out process than with Tessa. He sent Drift the coordinates to arrive at and continued to remain hidden on top of the barn. When he spotted the Bugatti, Crosshairs' lips twisted mischievously as he dumped two Cybertronian sized buckets of ice water this time. "ICE BUCKET!" he cried as he tipped the buckets forward on Drift.

Send “Ice Bucket” for my muses reaction to your muse pouring a bucket of ice water on my muse.

Drift has no idea of what Crosshairs had planned for him, though, that could be said about their entire relationship. Honestly, when the paratrooper sent the coordinates to a spot near the barn… well, he should’ve put two and two together at least. The simple creaking of wood caught his attention before he looked behind him, and then up… It was far too late. The triple-changer gives out one hell of a shriek when the freezing cold water hits his plating. He shivers, and he can’t help but feel miserable the moment ice hits at his helm crests. Suddenly… he boils up in rage when he looks up to the paratrooper. Optics wide and with it’s terrifying glare. “CROSSHAIRS!!!”

Oh, but Drift is faster then the Corvette can keep up with. The moment Crosshairs gets off of the barn, the samurai bot goes right after him, tackling the mech into the dirt and pinning him there. His growling grows louder.

After taking a few more steps, Crosshairs was suddenly tackled. He jerked as he was pinned to the ground. "Did...I uh...mention how much the water suits yer color?" he asked and wiggled.

Cue a quick jab to the paratrooper's arm for that ice bucket incident. "You're an idiot, you know?" With an exvent, the samurai bot then presses against the paratrooper to plant a gentle kiss against his cheek-plate. "But you're /my/ idiot."

"Heh heh heh."

"Ya know ya love it."

“Do not get used to it. Baka.”

"Get used to what? Being charmin' as ever to ya?"

A wink.

It had been a more planned out process than with Tessa. He sent Drift the coordinates to arrive at and continued to remain hidden on top of the barn. When he spotted the Bugatti, Crosshairs' lips twisted mischievously as he dumped two Cybertronian sized buckets of ice water this time. "ICE BUCKET!" he cried as he tipped the buckets forward on Drift.

Send “Ice Bucket” for my muses reaction to your muse pouring a bucket of ice water on my muse.

Drift has no idea of what Crosshairs had planned for him, though, that could be said about their entire relationship. Honestly, when the paratrooper sent the coordinates to a spot near the barn… well, he should’ve put two and two together at least. The simple creaking of wood caught his attention before he looked behind him, and then up… It was far too late. The triple-changer gives out one hell of a shriek when the freezing cold water hits his plating. He shivers, and he can’t help but feel miserable the moment ice hits at his helm crests. Suddenly… he boils up in rage when he looks up to the paratrooper. Optics wide and with it’s terrifying glare. “CROSSHAIRS!!!”

"What’s that?~ Can’t hear ya down there."

Crosshairs laid back on the barn and chuckled again, making himself more comfortable.

He’s after the paratrooper right after those words. The samurai is agile and very quick, being able to hop onto the barn and go after the green and black-striped Corvette. A growl comes from Drift.

#Haikubot #(( 8') Don't be maaaad.))

That was faster than Crosshairs expected. As soon as he saw a flash of blue of Drift climbing up, Crosshairs rolled to the other side of the roof and dropped down. "I hear one of the humans callin'. Bye, Drift!" he said in a quick excuse and backed away from the barn.

It had been a more planned out process than with Tessa. He sent Drift the coordinates to arrive at and continued to remain hidden on top of the barn. When he spotted the Bugatti, Crosshairs' lips twisted mischievously as he dumped two Cybertronian sized buckets of ice water this time. "ICE BUCKET!" he cried as he tipped the buckets forward on Drift.

Send “Ice Bucket” for my muses reaction to your muse pouring a bucket of ice water on my muse.

Drift has no idea of what Crosshairs had planned for him, though, that could be said about their entire relationship. Honestly, when the paratrooper sent the coordinates to a spot near the barn… well, he should’ve put two and two together at least. The simple creaking of wood caught his attention before he looked behind him, and then up… It was far too late. The triple-changer gives out one hell of a shriek when the freezing cold water hits his plating. He shivers, and he can’t help but feel miserable the moment ice hits at his helm crests. Suddenly… he boils up in rage when he looks up to the paratrooper. Optics wide and with it’s terrifying glare. “CROSSHAIRS!!!”

“CROSSHAIRS! GET DOWN HERE NOW!” He doesn’t have to remind the paratrooper that he can fly.

"What's that?~ Can't hear ya down there."

Crosshairs laid back on the barn and chuckled again, making himself more comfortable.

Cue a quick jab to the paratrooper's arm for that ice bucket incident. "You're an idiot, you know?" With an exvent, the samurai bot then presses against the paratrooper to plant a gentle kiss against his cheek-plate. "But you're /my/ idiot."

"Heh heh heh."

"Ya know ya love it."

"Yer a Jujube out of all the humans in the world. Ya and yer pop are both the only things keepin' my faith in humanity."

What does my Muse mean to yours?

➤♚;; “Crosshairs, your soft side is showing.”

➤♚;; ”Liiiar.”

"Naah. Don't know what yer talkin' about."

#naviyeager

It had been a more planned out process than with Tessa. He sent Drift the coordinates to arrive at and continued to remain hidden on top of the barn. When he spotted the Bugatti, Crosshairs' lips twisted mischievously as he dumped two Cybertronian sized buckets of ice water this time. "ICE BUCKET!" he cried as he tipped the buckets forward on Drift.

Send “Ice Bucket” for my muses reaction to your muse pouring a bucket of ice water on my muse.

Drift has no idea of what Crosshairs had planned for him, though, that could be said about their entire relationship. Honestly, when the paratrooper sent the coordinates to a spot near the barn… well, he should’ve put two and two together at least. The simple creaking of wood caught his attention before he looked behind him, and then up… It was far too late. The triple-changer gives out one hell of a shriek when the freezing cold water hits his plating. He shivers, and he can’t help but feel miserable the moment ice hits at his helm crests. Suddenly… he boils up in rage when he looks up to the paratrooper. Optics wide and with it’s terrifying glare. “CROSSHAIRS!!!”

#haikubot #((Uhoh. But Driiiiiiiift.~))

Crosshairs instinctively laughed at Drift's reaction. It was always interesting to see what could push the Bugatti's limits. He waved with the biggest grin and winked down at Drift. "Fancy ya bein' down there. Didn't see ya," he replied and tapped his servos down against the wooden roof.

"Ya looked like ya needed to--heh--cool off fer a bit. Doesn't look like it helped."

Cue Crosshairs crawling back against the barn roof to hide from Drift's view.

"Yer a Jujube out of all the humans in the world. Ya and yer pop are both the only things keepin' my faith in humanity."

What does my Muse mean to yours?

➤♚;; “Crosshairs, your soft side is showing.”

"Impossible. Don't have one of those."

#naviyeager

The trap was perfect, wait until Tessa walked by. He was draped over against the roof of the barn, gazing down at the ground. After finally spotting his human charge, Crosshairs dumped the (Cybertronian sized) bucket of ice-cold water down. "ICE BUCKET!" he cried.

Send “Ice Bucket” for my muses reaction to your muse pouring a bucket of ice water on my muse.

➤♚;; She had only gone about the barn to see if her father was there. Dinner was ready and she had made her favorite. Poor Tess didn’t see it coming when the freezing water rained down on her, nearly throwing her balance and sending her to the dirt. Like Hell she screamed, her head whipping up. She glared daggers at the Stingray. “Dammit, Crosshais, what the Hell!?”

#naviyeager #((Oops~ 8) ))

Crosshairs snickered as he climbed down from the barn and dropped to the ground near Tessa. "If anythin', ya humans come up with the some of the dumbest, yet greatest ideas of a prank."

Still giggling, he kneeled down and offered his servo down to the human to help her regain her balance.

better-than-bumblebee-deactivat

Stinger startled out of the daze he had been while booting up. He hadn’t even heard the other mech talk to him or even noticed he was near. Stinger really needed to stop shutting down everything when he recharged. The Pagani gave off an annoyed rev to the other.

:|| ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴀɴyᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴇʟʟ yᴏᴜ ɪᴛs ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴛᴏ sɴᴇᴀᴋ ᴜᴩ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs? ||: As if he were one to talk.