Jun 29, 2015
#//i have never gotten that intoxicated...#unlike SOMEONE i know...//
And just WHAT are you implying? Hmm??
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#//i have never gotten that intoxicated...#unlike SOMEONE i know...//
And just WHAT are you implying? Hmm??
✘ ambassador-of-cybertron liked for a starter
Well--
--Mirage had definitely hit a new low if he didn't even realize that he activated his space-bridge portal. It was either that, or he blacked out and slept-walk like some kind of zombie again. The black-outs and sleep-walks were knew and kind of terrifying, but, like all the other fuck-ups Mirage was made out of, Mirage got used to it.
Now, where was he?
Mirage's optics flickered weakly as he struggled to refocus the lenses-- the delayed responses to all his systems was slowly getting on Mirage's nerves.
He tried to pinpoint his own location, but even those systems were broken... fucking rust... it wasn't even one of those contagious rust infections, it was one of those stupid Rad Zone ones.
"Fucking stupid little shitty scrap-heap of slag," Mirage grumbled as he dragged himself down to a sit. His frame hurt, his processor ached, and his legs didn't want to do all that 'standing up business' today.
Sir runs out of the Autobot base, scorch marks and scratches all over him. He sees Mirage and Shockwave, and just runs past.
"HEYTHANKSFORTHEINFOGOTTAGOBYE."
"Shockwave?" Sir sent him a comm, after finally coming back home. "Hey, you busy right now? I'm ready to go. Wanna meet me at the front of the base?"
Sir is already at the front ready to go. He figured Shockwave can drag his own ass out.
Yo, anon. Get off Shockwave's dick.
ambassador-of-cybertron has found you
He didn't recognize the energy signature. Apparently, technology hated Mirage, because his comm. links seemed to love pinging random numbers he didn't even know. He would've seen a medic for it, but medics were something he would usually rather avoid.
Oh well, since he had the number, he might as well find out who his wonderful comm. decided to bother now. Or was it someone else's comm. pinging him? Mirage couldn't tell, to be perfectly honest.
::Who is this?::
Sir drags his counterpart back through the space bridge, through their hallways, and towards Shockwave's office. He ignores any looks or questions, and just walks on. Eventually they make it -- which is a good thing because Sir's arm feels like it's going to fall off -- and Sir opens the door, now picking up Soundwave. He places him on the couch-like-bed-thing, Sir didn't know what it was called, and just kind of poses him to look inviting and seductive. He takes a picture, chuckling to himself, and then goes to the bookshelf, opens the hidden door, and walks down the hallway towards Shockwave's room. He'll just go straight for the wash racks, turn them on as hot as they get, and just lay on the floor.
Sir needs to relax. Forever.