Daisy chain of Death
Everyone always wanted to know if they were doing this or doing that, it wasn’t up to him to tell every living spark in base what was going on between his brother and him. What they were doing. Where they were going. When they were going to frag each other senseless. Or even if Sideswipe was going to set up a prank.
“Sideswipe never drags me anywhere, he is my brother and I go everywhere I want to go with him,” the golden twin sneered, “So am I suppose to tell you every detail of my day just because you asked or something? I don’t ask you personal questions about your plans with anyone, go mind your own,” Sunstreaker was five times over done with all of this, so far he’s had two other mecha approach him. He was ready to go.
“Okay, okay. Just trying to be friendly Sunny. I didn’t mean to bother you. You guys have fun.” Not good, he’s in a bad mood it seems. Now Bee just had to hope he could escape without some lovely new dents.
“I’ll leave you to it, tell Sides I said hi? If, uh, you feel like it?” Because giving him orders in this mood sounded like playing with fire to Bee. Which, yeah, was fun. But not always worth it in the end.
The small spy was subtly trying to retreat as he spoke. Attempting to get out of arms reach before the golden mech’s patience snapped.
