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@sniprifle
Mr keabs is a restaurant owner
Mr keabs
Krabw
He tells his empolyee sponfebob what to do
And with that, Vos is going to hunker down in his alt-mode and go to recharge for the night.
Sheesh.
[sniprifle] "Helex. Ubi tu? Nonne vos adepto esurientem?"
Oh Primus, Helex had a hard time understanding the gunformer. âUh. Repeat that, slowly.â Heâs not dim, he just never learned Old Cybertronian.
@sniprifle
âWhere... you, go where,â Vos attempts, his Neo Cybex roughly just as good as Helexâs Primal. âHnrh. You, hungry?â
where tess.
It was funnier in my head
@sniprifle
[sniprifle] Up he gets, pulling himself up over Tarn's treads to drape himself over the larger mech's neck like a fancy stole.
Well this is acceptable, he supposes. Almost absently he reaches up to pat his helm. âThere you are.â
Pat.
Acceptable.
âBonum vespere, vera ducem,â Vos rasps, patting Tarn back once on the top of the helm in return. âYou⊠misssssed.â
âWas I missed? Iâm afraid Iâve been rather busy. How have you been?â He tilted his head towards him for a moment, smiling behind his mask slowly. âHaving fun?â
It was always fun to serve his purpose, really. The added bonus of sheer chaos-- and seeing the rest of the team happy?
If only they could bring Nickel along with them on their field trips.
âMrrr.â
// @bestâstrategist
Qui in desiderio est?
â ⊠Vos no offence but I canât understand you. The only thing I undertood was desire and I desire nothing.â
â...Y-you. Make... offerrrrrr?â
He makes a lewd gesture with his hands, snickering.
[sniprifle] Vos comes creeping around the corner... and scuttles over to cling to Megatron's cannon-less arm and hiss.
{ @sniprifle }
Megatron jerks, optics ridges coming down as he reaches over to scruff the little mech, and hold him up.
Kaon, Tarn, Helix⊠Vos. Itâs making his armor crawl a little, to have so many DJD members on board. All they need is Nickel to come over, tooâŠ
âWhat are you doing, here?â
Scruffed, he dangles, spindly little legs pinwheeling until he can work up the momentum to throw his lower body up high enough to lock his ankles over Megatronâs elbow.
âAn non tibi placet scire tempestas puer?â
Megatron frowns, and brings his other arm up, gently prying Vos off of him, and holding him in both servos this time, giving him a little shake.
âI donât understand what you said, but it sounded smug, and if it was, it better not be. Go find Kaon or something.â
âEt mel te amo.â
Kissy noises. Then heâs trying to wriggle out of Megatronâs hold, little claws making scritch-scratch noises against that thick silver armor.
// @best--strategist
Qui in desiderio est?
[sniprifle] Vos comes creeping around the corner... and scuttles over to cling to Megatron's cannon-less arm and hiss.
{ @sniprifle }
Megatron jerks, optics ridges coming down as he reaches over to scruff the little mech, and hold him up.
Kaon, Tarn, Helix⊠Vos. Itâs making his armor crawl a little, to have so many DJD members on board. All they need is Nickel to come over, tooâŠ
âWhat are you doing, here?â
Scruffed, he dangles, spindly little legs pinwheeling until he can work up the momentum to throw his lower body up high enough to lock his ankles over Megatronâs elbow.
âAn non tibi placet scire tempestas puer?â
[sniprifle] Up he gets, pulling himself up over Tarn's treads to drape himself over the larger mech's neck like a fancy stole.
Well this is acceptable, he supposes. Almost absently he reaches up to pat his helm. âThere you are.â
Pat.
Acceptable.
âBonum vespere, vera ducem,â Vos rasps, patting Tarn back once on the top of the helm in return. âYou... misssssed.â
[sniprifle] kaon? kaaaaon.
âVos! There you are.â
âKaon,â the rifle murmurs happily, sidling over as soon as he can manage it to gently tonk their helms together, as tactile as always.
Good, good. It wouldnât do to let Kaon wander about without someone familiar nearby-- not that he couldnât handle himself, but more just for movement purposes. If they need to get out of somewhere fast, Vos would prefer to know where to direct Helex.
âValetis?â