Welcome to Cybertron: Part 4 (Closed RP)
“Energon like that isn’t really meant for consumption.” Skyfall said, rather flatly.
She really didn’t mean for it to come out that way. However, she was starting to feel as bad as Greevil looked. Thank Primus, she took her meds this morning. She would be curled up in a ball crying at this point. She gave her head a good shake; trying to get her sparkmate’s mangled corpse out of her mind.
The Minicon transformed her taser away and shuffled back next to her friend. Cop cars squealed to a halt somewhere behind her, but Skyfall lost her focus on them.
Greevil groaned and covered their eyes, before remembering that their face was, and had been, uncovered. Their mouthplate quickly slotted into place with a soft ‘click’ as they rested back on their hands, looking over at the partially-hidden bomb that honestly could kill them both at any time.
Don’t focus on it. Focus on... focus on Sky.
Looking over at Skyfall, they noticed her shake her head and reached out, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, we did it. No one got hurt, we’re still alive, cops are here. Take a deep breath. It’ll be a hell of a story, huh?” They chuckled uneasily. To be honest, this was something nobody on their blog was going to believe. In fact...
Pulling out their phone, they held it up, turning so that the bomb was behind them as they posed for the selfie.
“#BombVoyage... no. too on-the-nose. #Hard2Kill. No... Ah well. I’ll figure it out later.” They shrugged. A few taps later and their Tumblr page had a new post, sans the photo obviously. Not like they could just out themselves as an actual alien on the internet.
“Aaaand tagging you. So, what happens now?”