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"Who the fuck is constantly playing fucking rubber chickens?!?! I'm trying to sleep over here!" Redstrike snaps, looking slightly worse for wear as his shed has advanced to the state that he now looks... rather gray and disheveled.
“Okay, look, Rung’s already refused twice, so I’m going over his head. Which is easy, because he’s short.”
Rodimus holds out his wrist where the little inset RFID chit thing is, pointing at it with his other servo. “How much rent do I owe you.”
"You don't." Megatron doesn't even turn around to look at Rodimus immediately, too busy mixing the batter for a late lunch. Fried checker jeesh would be nice, and they were fresh from the sea.
Batter mixed, he began throwing jeesh and chopped vegetables into the batter, flicking some of the batter into the hot oil on the stove to test whether it was hot enough.
"I don't make the rules, here. The ground is hard, the solvent is wet, you don't pay rent."
🔥 do you actually enjoy spicy food or are you a BABY
Excuse you? I LOVE spicy food! Betting $10 I can handle more spicy food than you.
"Hey, so, serious question, do you wanna make out at the bar for free drinks? There's this thing called yaoi and apparently the Camiens go nuts for it--"
Prowl paused for a moment, digit hovering over his datapad.
The pause was pregnant- heavily so, and craving at the very least an explanation from Rodimus Prime, who came in and said whatever he liked for the sake of saying things or at the very least hearing himself talk.
A beat passed, and then another, before he set the datapad down, crossed a leg over the other, servos linking over the top of his bumper.
"Rodimus. Explain... yaoi."
Today I reached a milestone in a project I've been working on for almost 6 months!!
And the best part is, the story is just beginning to unfold!
You can read LOST SPARKS here!
@achievedsomething replied to your post “"I can feel my processor melting as I speak..."”:
“Peace through TLC or whatever, mech.”
"I think you should seek medical attention. You may be experiencing some sort of aphasia."
u guys fuckin suck at making shit readable anyways xoxoxo
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"I think we should gut him." Sunstreaker mumbled as he shuffled the bingos.
"No, no not gut him. We gotta chase him down and tie him up first."
