screeee

vos. 360 no scope.

[auckie]

Mr keabs is a restaurant owner

[horrorofthebeast]

Mr keabs

[quaculaarchive]

Krabw

[auckie]

He tells his empolyee sponfebob what to do

[sniprifle]

And with that, Vos is going to hunker down in his alt-mode and go to recharge for the night.

Sheesh.

[a-literal-smelter]

[sniprifle] "Helex. Ubi tu? Nonne vos adepto esurientem?"

Oh Primus, Helex had a hard time understanding the gunformer. “Uh. Repeat that, slowly.” He’s not dim, he just never learned Old Cybertronian.

@sniprifle

[sniprifle]

“Where... you, go where,” Vos attempts, his Neo Cybex roughly just as good as Helex’s Primal. “Hnrh. You, hungry?”

[sniprifle]

where tess.

[e512-tbd-deactivated20150221]

It was funnier in my head

[best--strategist]

@sniprifle

[sparkflowerblue]

[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. “There you are.”

[sniprifle]

Pat.

Acceptable.

“Bonum vespere, vera ducem,” Vos rasps, patting Tarn back once on the top of the helm in return. “You… misssssed.”

[sparkflowerblue]

“Was I missed? I’m afraid I’ve been rather busy. How have you been?” He tilted his head towards him for a moment, smiling behind his mask slowly. “Having fun?”

[sniprifle]

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.

“Mrrr.”

[sniprifle]

// @best–strategist

Qui in desiderio est?

[best--strategist]

“ … Vos no offence but I can’t understand you. The only thing I undertood was desire and I desire nothing.”

[sniprifle]

“...Y-you. Make... offerrrrrr?”

He makes a lewd gesture with his hands, snickering.

[a-life-revised]

[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. It’s making his armor crawl a little, to have so many DJD members on board. All they need is Nickel to come over, too…

“What are you doing, here?”

[sniprifle]

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 Megatron’s elbow.

“An non tibi placet scire tempestas puer?“

[a-life-revised]

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.

“I don’t understand what you said, but it sounded smug, and if it was, it better not be. Go find Kaon or something.”

[sniprifle]

“Et mel te amo.”

Kissy noises. Then he’s trying to wriggle out of Megatron’s hold, little claws making scritch-scratch noises against that thick silver armor.

[sniprifle]

// @best--strategist

Qui in desiderio est?

[a-life-revised]

[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. It’s making his armor crawl a little, to have so many DJD members on board. All they need is Nickel to come over, too…

“What are you doing, here?”

[sniprifle]

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 Megatron’s elbow.

“An non tibi placet scire tempestas puer?“

[sparkflowerblue]

[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. “There you are.”

[sniprifle]

Pat.

Acceptable.

“Bonum vespere, vera ducem,” Vos rasps, patting Tarn back once on the top of the helm in return. “You... misssssed.”

[blind-enforcer-deactivated20210]

[sniprifle] kaon? kaaaaon.

“Vos! There you are.”

[sniprifle]

“Kaon,” 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 wouldn’t do to let Kaon wander about without someone familiar nearby-- not that he couldn’t 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.

“Valetis?”

[sniprifle]

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