#scratchedpaint

[wardogxicarus]

@scratched-paint

There was a long pause as Knockout seemed to analyse the situation. His systems were already tracking Silas’s signal before he knew it, and were he in root form, his smirk would have been insufferable.

:: Dear oh, dear. I’m on my way. ::

::No, no! N-::

Before he could attempt to dissuade Knockout from zeroing in on his location, the officer demanded his phone. One eye twitched and he seriously contemplated going for his pistol. In the end, he yielded and shut off the call before passing it over. “Kid, you know it’s against the law to text and drive, right?”

“Sorry, Officer..” He grumbled out.  “What’s your name?” “Tyler,” Silas answered reflexively. But then he paused before quickly adding, “Junior. Tyler Junior. TJ, for short.” “I’ll need your ID and registration.”

Fuck.

“Um... Well, the truck is registered to my dad. I’ll show you.” Moving slowly, he opened the glove compartment and fished out the registration. It was examined by the cop.  “And your ID, kid.” Call me kid one more time and I’ll paint the pavement with your brains.. he thought. “I think I left it at my dad’s place.”

He got an unimpressed stare. “Alright, step out of the car. Until we get everything verified, you’re not driving anything.”

[screechingtires]

“If you were a triangle, you’d be acute one.”

SEND ME A BAD PICK-UP LINE         

Setting his cube down if only she he couldn’t spill its contents, Smokescreen shook his helm as he laughed softly. “Primus, that was cheesy.” And yet it still made his spark spin in the best sort of way. Although that could be merely because it was Knockout who said it, and not anyone else.

“Don’t tell that was your best line.”

Meeting up at the very same bar they had their first date in was becoming a weekly occurrence. It made for a nice distraction on the days where sleep eluded him and would end up avoiding it until he essentially crashed.

[autobotmedic]

Now broadcasting at full volume throughout the Autobot base:

     [ KNOCK OUT, IF YOU EVER UNNECESSARILY INJECT ANYTHING INTO ONE OF MY TEAM AGAIN, I’LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GIVE YOU TWICE THE SAME DOSAGE. ]

[ask-smokescreen]

"Come over and we'll scan you for turnips."

Fine, you’re my best bet anyway.

...

You better not inject anything into me again. I’m trusting you!

[anotherhumanpet]

“Why do bugs exist?”

[Summer Sentence Starters]

“So other bugs and birds can eat them. Also so douchebags who drive douchey cars can get them dirty and be all butt hurt cause their stupid cars are dirty.”

[medicuum]

@scratched-paint [ x ] 

Knockout remained where he lay, face-flat into the ground. His back-wheels whirred impolitely and he made no effort to get up. A good part of him didn’t want to converse, much less, interact with Sanitatem ever again.

He grumbled unhappily. “Go away.”

Sani was certainly half tempted to just leave right there and then, but there was a point to all of this and it was something she had been meaning to do for a long time but hadn’t had the chance to. 

Mostly because someone kept avoiding her. 

“Will you stop acting like an adolescent and at least let me apologize?” 

[hxnorableblue]

“You’re seriously making this harder than it should.”

Dreadwing could be stubborn to a fault, he would admit that much. The seeker let out a huff, finally wordlessly admitting defeat and staying put. “I’m fine,” He stated. He wasn’t fine, but he absolutely hated being cooped up when work had to be done.

[wardogxicarus]

@scratched-paint

“I think I make a pretty lawn ornament.” Knockout replied breezily and gave no sign that he was planning to move. Besides, the wind was nice, the grass was nice, if some fleshie did try and assault him, he’d just break them with a door.

There was a pause.

“…Fine. I can’t. I’m stuck.

A retort was right on the tip of his tongue when the confession was made. He fell silent. Seconds ticked by as if he was struggling to process what Knockout had said. “You’re... stuck?” He echoed eventually.