The sound of thrusters touching down outside the hangar precedes a tapping on the door, and an excited chirp. "Hey, Dirge! You up f-for company? I've brought someone special~"
Dirge peeks up from his basket of goodies to hear Requiem’s voice. He pops another goodie into his jaws while lazily stomping over to allow her access, “Oh? And who am I…” The seeker freezes, cheeks full of the treat, optics wide, as he stands in the hangar door facing both Req and another femme.
One he assumed was Req’s lover.
Oops. So much for a good impression. He swallows the treat noisily and glances around, eventually sitting the rest aside, “Ah. Hello~”
“I don’t know of Autobot nor Decepticon that willingly takes on what I do. When they happen to, it’s considered perverse or done out of a necessity.
I happen to enjoy organic material. More flavor. But hm… that sounds useful as well. I wonder if your fuel has a different taste than the ones I typically see. Which…hah! Is not a lot~” The jet’s wings flick before he stretches out while leaning against a massive piece of metal. It groans as he crunches it to make a better ‘chair’, “I might be … but that’s only because of my obsession with them.”
@nolongerneutral @ask-comm-tech-req
"I'm quite unimpressed with your home world. " she smirked. "Only have folks come visit out of necessity. That's pretty lonely. " her posture relaxed some.
