"Towards Peace", and other words.

This conversation is ridiculous. YOU are ridiculous. Everything that's happened in the last few days is INTENSELY ridiculous.... (Closed RP, open ask box)

[leave-me-colourless]

[kazuhiras]

Good idea to come here.

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@dai-galvatron

Meaningful look.

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@dai-galvatron 

[elitafraggingone]

((just turned eighteen friendos  ╰(*´︶`*)╯))

[lostlightpoet-blog]

👀

[siderealv]

Mustache ride.

[kisachi-tf]

This is all you need to know about Galvatron

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Old fool...

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"I do miss eating sweets but I need to stay in shape for work."

“I wasn’t aware organics could change shape.” He frowned. Why not simply change back...? He hadn’t noticed any unusual transforming from the winged mech. Hm.

[lostlightpoet-blog]

"I know! That's what worries me."

“To the best of my knowledge, this “fruit” is considered especially dense in organic nutrients, roughage, and sweeteners.” A slight curl of lip. It was at times irritating being concerned about such lunacy. 

“He does... enjoy it, however.” He might have a bit of a sweet tooth himself, though for more conventional offerings.

[lostlightpoet-blog]

"Sorry that was meant for Galvatron."

“...” For a moment he perhaps more seemed displeased, but then:

“He does eat a lot of nonsense.”

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Daddy Megatron

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"You ate lot of junk food didn't you?"

“And what is that supposed to mean, exactly?”

[dai-galvatron]

Fine! then your shaho's alternate has a pinup of your MATE and jacks to it

Then by all means, carry on! His mate was sturdy and beautiful and worthy of such admiration.

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Coughs.

[dai-galvatron]

#talk about tying the knot in more ways than one AM I RIGHT???#time traveling dash commentary 

[lostlightpoet-blog]

#megs you better watch your step tonight

 ((If he tied that with his glossa, he can deal with that))

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Coughs.

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Tired, exhausted. but... better. He had learned that there was no more restful sleep than that taken in close proximity to one who mattered. The only one who mattered. Time would set it right, the ache of struts and of spark both.

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In the night, an ache had blossomed throughout his body, a physical pain made manifest by the turmoil of mind and of spark that felt as if somehow a single step could shatter the whole of him. He sat, and thought. 

Long past the point where he began to think in circles, he thought.