#predaconripclaw

[rurounidrift]

22: Smell the air. What do you smell?

«Dead tree.»

He turned to look mournfully at his poor deceased bonsai. He hasn’t had the spark to throw it out.

«Dead tree, and a rather green atmosphere. I should work on that. I need to meditate on magenta for a while…»

[intravenous-bot]

How was your day?

Her response made the little femme chuckle and smile. “I dont know. Sometimes its a good day, sometimes its a bad day, or boring, or busy…days are usually different…” 

[predacon-ripclaw]

"Oh. Weird." Must be another ship thing.

"It was….uh…good? I ate and got to nap."

[intravenous-bot]

"That sounds like a very good day..." Iyvee flipped onto her back and covered her head. "I, on the other hand, had a very stressful one."

[rip-roaring-ruffian]

"Hey. You. Wanna keep your word on sparring? I'm itching to fight. Something. Anything."

Darksteel cracked his knuckles. “Pit yeah! Show me what you’ve got!”

[muchtalksuchbooze]

-predacon-ripclaw has entered the bar

Swerve was working throuh a busy night when a soft hush went through the patrons. Confused, his helm tilted as his visor brightened at the one who was currently grappling with Ten. Ten was refusing to move, frame shaking with the effort of figuring out what she was and what he was carrying.

"Hey, Ten! He's clean!" he said with a chuckle, which made the lumbering bodyguard step aside with another soft murmur of his namesake before Swerve waved the big mech over.

"Hey, welcome to my bar! What can I get for ya?"

[badspeeder]

:: Oh. It's you again. Blurred, right? ::

x-; Blurr. My name is Blurr. ;-x