#radio-bubble

[singulos]

(Cont. from here)

"Well, Razorwreck, I'm afraid I'm not much company as of late." The former tyrant put the shield on his back, it's magnetic locks still attaching to his chassis. "Change can happen to anyone it seems. Even once feared warlords, Razorwreck." The former tyrant turned to the scout and looked them over once more before he spoke. "Hmm. I may remember you partially. Your vehicle form is unorthodox if I am recalling it correctly."

@radio-bubble

[viciousbite]

A knock on the snek's door. "You seem short handed, do you need help with anything?" The words are spoken as dry as possible, not even a *hint* of humor in Razorwreck's tone.

@radio-bubble

The door slid open automatically after the knock, with Darkfang's backplates faced towards the con. Really? Did he have to use those words? There's a silent clink noise when he placed down a small knife in a collection of many more and the scratching sound of his pedes shifting to turn his frame to face the mech.

A visible lack of his left servo came into view, and a pair of sharp golden optics aimed towards the Mech. "I could certainly use a hand." The sarcasm tickled upon his glossa as he stepped to the side to reveal the collection of knives, with droplets of energon upon them.

"My servo slipped and spilled a mess all over my knives, so if you don't mind, you could polish them up for me?" The corners of his derma tugged upwards into a slight grin. "I am, after all, a precious visitor~" More like, hogging a ride in a decepticon ship, until his got repaired.

[datashrike]

@radio-bubble has logged on...

It was late. Very late. Too late for them to really be working in any useful manner, but projects were projects. Part of their job of being Soundwave's apprentice was handling anything he did not have the time or bandwidth to do. Which included fairly menial tasks like filtering and sanitizing the servers on a bi-monthly bases.

They lacked the time and energy to create algorithms to do this for them, so Datashrike did so manually. It was a lot of hours hooked up to the ship, but it was worth it. Somewhat.

Supposedly though they were supposed to get some help...but information had been restricted as per Soundwave's personal directive. No issues there. Except that when Datashrike went to retrieve some minor repair tools from a supply closet, there he was...in power down.

They were very tempted to join...

"Oh. Good evening."

[scrappyscraplet]

Oh!!! A wrench! Its teeth whir with a loud, horrendous shriek, and it crunches the wrench happily, sending scrap flying everywhere. How delightful!!!!

[viciousbite]

@radio-bubble continued from xXx

Relieved that the bot didn't laugh nor panic at seeing him in such a mess, Moonstone ex-vented calmly. His wings fluttered behind him, and optics shifted downwards to the wet pink stains on his clawed digits. He needed a new paint job, or simply a proper wash before it dried completely.

"Painting, well, I planned to paint new decorations on my frame, but then the pack kind of, exploded on me." He explained, with a small chuckle, and lifted up to a stand, smiling at the bot. "So yes, I'd love some help, if you don't mind. Easier cleaning it with more servos around." He beamed, and grabbed a rag nearby to wipe his padded servos upon it.

"I have a feeling some mech decided to prank me, which is fine, but I wish they'd at least given me the right color, before they took my shanix." He wanted purple, not pink. "But I guess everyone makes mistakes." He added and extended out a clean rag towards the bot. "Here, that's a start. I have more cleaning supplies near the washracks."

[viciousbite]

This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆

✨💛Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone things you're amazing inside and out 💛✨

//Come here you--- Lemme stab you with some love <3 I mean, squish huggies you. :3c Aaaaa. Thank you so much <3 Rubs it right back onto your face.

[viciousbite]

A small human-sized vinyl sticker with a picture of a long gun that reads 'Gun Nut', is casually slapped onto the side of Repose's frame in passing. Hey at least it wasn't slapped on to the rifle, right?

@radio-bubble

How long had he been standing there? Waiting, and waiting. Soon they said, scrap that, it felt ages since they said that. His optics stared into the distance, as if completely gone out of his processors, or like some would think him to be glitching.

But no, the klik he felt a slap of digits against his plating, his helm snapped to the bot. "You're not..." He muttered out. Not the mech he waited on, why did he slap him?

Optics shifted downwards, and spotted the sticker stuck to his plating. That wasn't there before. "I think it's crooked." He commented, before zooming his sight to read the text upon it. "Gun Nut? What?" Confusion flashed upon his faceplates.

Digits lifted, with the sharp tips beginning to scratch at the side of the vinyl sticker. Cannot grip onto it-- Why so tight? And small? "What's a gun nut? I get the gun, but the nut? There's no nuts on my guns or me." Scratch scratch, scrap, it ain't getting off.

"Ahhh... Wait, is this your way to tell me to shoot you with a nut? I can do that." The ominous smile spread upon his derma. Time to go 'nut' hunting and then hunting for a certain winged friend.~

[viciousbite]

@radio-bubble replied: Cautious pet.

A curious glance and a flicker of his glossa at the petting servo. Tiny lick at a digit before Darkfang rubbed the side of his helm at his servo for more.