#sunstreakersoblation

[sashayingvaguelydownwards-blog]

@sunstreakers-oblation || (x)

“Why not? What are you gonna do ‘bout it?”

« 🎻 » ||  So long as he was with the Autobots? Nothing. But he didn’t really feel like telling the other mech that.

“Primus, are you Autobots so dim-witted that you can’t even honor simple requests? My name is Starscream. Not Screamy, or Screechy, or Screamer -- Star. Scream. Shall I spell it out? Write it down for you? Or can you not read, either?”

[imperatoria]

starter for @sunstreakers-oblation

Hm. One twin visible...another not. His internal tacnet blipped a soft warning at that but Prowl paid little mind to the obvious.

“Sunstreaker,” he started blandly, “This better be official business.”

[thunderflcwer-moved]

“Real smooth, tripping over air," of course, no one [human] was there to see Bri trip. Outside of a brightly colored sports car parked on the side of the road.

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              Annoyance written all over the brunette’s face, she sat up on              her knees to pick up her fallen groceries. She had heard that               nasty remark and she wasn’t going to let it go unnoticed. No              way. “Wow. Real smooth, helping a fallen lady up off the-” Bri              paused, her eyes met with nobody around. Except some car.

        “Are you kiddin’ me?” She muttered. She had an idea         but,... she wasn’t sure if this were the case. Surely,...

[verdigrisprowl]

You know the more you try to instill logic or basic common knowledge, the more they're going to try to rile you up.

A long pause. «... They're trying to rile me up?» Up until this point Prowl was completely convinced that the anons are just that stupid. Because he's met people who are.

[autobot-scout-riella]

[gentle pain starters] “Shut up. I'll be fine, I'm kinda sick of you poking and prodding me, so just... just focus on yourself..”

Gentle Pain Starters

“Oh, what, you’re telling someone else not to focus on you? That’s new.” Riella rolled her optics, winced, and shifted into a more comfortable crouch. “Out of the two of us, only one has the mass to get us out of this, and it’s sure as hell not me, so in this case, I think I’m gonna poke and prod until I’m sure you’re not dying.”

[autobot-scout-riella]

♢: a push from behind (because we all know and love Sunny's attitude)

send a symbol to give my muse…

“Watch it!” Riella made no pretense of hiding her annoyance, pivoting on a heel, pulling herself up to her full (insignificant) height, and glaring at the responsible party. “Do you mind?”

In theory, she knew that was probably going to get her in trouble again. In practice, she couldn’t care less.

[autobot-scout-riella]

slurred words

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

“Sunstreaker? You’re gonna make me talk about--fine. Fine. Mech’s an arrogant, vain, borderline-narcissistic aft who thinks he’s Primus’ gift to the army, an’ the worst part is he’s half right. Primus-damned frontliners. Can’t live with ‘em, and we’d be scrapped without ‘em. And on top of that Command likes ‘em, or at least tolerates enough to--frag it, I need another drink.”

“...Mech’s pretty, though, I’ll give him that. I mean, priorities, and that yellow’s practically asking to get shot in the chest, but it’s not bad looking or anything.”

[autobot-scout-riella]

“You again.” Riella grimaced, looked Sunstreaker up and down, and pointedly stepped clear of anywhere he might possibly step. Maybe being openly aggressive wasn’t the best way to start this conversation, but it was a little too late to worry about that. “Just my luck. Something I can help you with?”

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