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The Mating Game.
Section One: Getting to Know Rotorstorm. Please reply with your answers!
2. The passing rate of my History of the Helm class while I was teaching at the IAA was what?
A. 67%
B. 76%
C. 83%
D. none of the above
3. I'm fitted with a visor, why?
A. Hyperopia
B. Myopia
C. Cosmetic Reasons
D. I like pink.
4. My least favorite color is...
A. Brown
B. Grey
C. Orange
D. Puce
5. True or False. I have a name carved into the back of my valve.
Looks like you guys will have to settle this like real mechs.
By answering Rotarian trivia.
Drinks. With a Friend.
Rotorstorm's not nervous. Not in the least. He isn't meeting up with any strange intentions, he's also not meeting up with the mech whose spark he'd put through emotional torture, only to rope him further in to a relationship that was more roller coaster ride than romance which culminated in an awful parting of ways that had left Rotorstorm more desperate than he had felt in a long time. Oh, Primus no, not at all.
But true to form, he's going to be the mech he has to be. He's going to be decent and buy Trailbreaker a drink. He'll put on a smile, he'll do his party tricks, he'll apologize and that will be that. That'll take care of business and maybe shut the thoughts up he's been having. It's so difficult to do stuff when he can't get out of his head, when he's stuck with a thought on repeat. Especially if those thoughts are all about how he'd completely ruined TB's life. Or something like that.
He makes his way to the bar, slipping into one of the quiet corners, picking a corner table only because he wants to talk away from prying, nosy gossip mongers. It's all he can offer the other mech, anyway.
Trailbreaker. Buy me a drink?
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D: Are you okay?
Who, me? Oh, I'm fine! Just in the racks.
Doing my thing.
Are you okay?
Did Trailbreaker physically hurt you when you two were together?
Oh Primus, no. No way. TB couldn't hurt a drone, much less a mech. No, it wasn't a physical sort of hurt thing.
