flashbrothers replied to your post:
Fire immediately set his optics on HiFi and cooed before he regained himself. “Whatever is on that data pad must have been quite interesting.” He totally wasn’t dodging the real reason for coming now.
HiFi stuck out her glossa and shook her helm. "Nooo, Shockwave says my science smarts are um...wiltingly under ultra stuff..." she wrinkled her nasal ridge, "do you need to talk to mama alone? I can cover my audios!"
"She means woefully underdeveloped, I keep havin' ta tall him she's a baby, but yeah, firebird, what'chu need?"














