#swervo

[gloxju]

[melllzfargooo]

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[iluvthehood]

[thebalenciagabastard]

[whirls-holoform]

can you do any of the lost light crew playing a twister game that gets a bit out of control?

You didn’t specify anybody in particular, so I’m going to go with my default as Me and my entourage of idiots.

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The problem with being on a ship full of Human sympathizers was that every so often some human stuff would make its way to the ship. This wasn’t a bad thing per-say, as most of it was stuff that people could enjoy by themselves, like music or television shows, or video games.

Unfortunately, when it came to Swerve, all Human things that required multiple people were on mandatory ‘We’re going to do this in my bar right this very second once it closes’ duty.

Tailgate and Whirl were delighted, as were Chromedome and Rewind.

Cyclonus was not.

“Left foot blue.”

Swerve was at the helm, so to speak, flicking the little arrow spinner every which way to put his friends into stupid positions on an oversized and poorly put together Twister mat. His excuse was that it would ‘help facilitate collegiate bonding’, but Cyclonus was suspecting he had ulterior motives.

If that wasn’t aggravating enough, Whirl was very, VERY good at this game.

“Get wrecked losers.” The helicopter preened as his claw hit a vacant circle outside of everyone else’s reach. “You WISH you were as flexible as me. i’ll out-flexible everyone on this damn ship.”

Rewind, having failed to listen to the rules the first two rounds, was sitting on one of the stools on the bar, happily recording the entire miserable affair. He’d be right in there with them if he didn’t insist on putting his hands on the same spot Chromedome’s were. Cyclonus can’t blame him, really, but he’s also starting to think the other minibot did it on purpose just to watch.

“Domey, get to all of the long spots before Whirl so he trips.”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?”

“HAH! You can’t trip me! My legs are Digitigrade!”

“Right hand green!”

“Hey.”

Cyclonus’s attention was brought immediately in front of him. Or, well, below him, as that’s where Tailgate ended up after moving.

He smiles at the only reason he’s even playing this game in the first place. “Hello.”

Tailgate looks almost sheepish when he talks, head turned halfway around to meet Cyclonus. His voice is soft when he speaks, a stark contrast to Whirl’s maniacal cackling. “Sorry about dragging you into this. I know you don’t really like this kind of stuff but, it means a lot to me you did, so thanks.”

Cyclonus almost misses the ‘right foot green’ as he takes in Tailgate’s gratitude, evident in his words and his field. He speaks at the same volume. “Of course. I would have hated to have you play this game without responsible supervision.”

He tilts his head “Chromedome is responsible.”

“Chromedome is currently in the process of trying to make Whirl come crashing down on top of us.” Cyclonus points out as a ‘right foot red’ leads to a battle between the aforementioned players.

“I’m not doing it because I don’t like you. I’m just doing it so Whirl will lose.” The mnemosurgeon helpfully supplied in an attempt to leg sweep Whirl.

Tailgate couldn’t care less about them. “Well, in any case, I’m really glad you’re here. And even if Whirl does come crashing down onto us, I don’t think I’ll mind.”

“Ew. Get a room.” The villain in question had moved to Cyclonus’s right side. “Careful or I might have to separate you two.”

“Left hand blue!”

With a subtle smirk and a wave of his left hand, Cyclonus moves his arm around Tailgate’s waist and settles it on his back, holding him up in what can only be described as a tender embrace. “I would like to see you try.”

Whirl squints. “That’s cheating.”

“My left hand is on blue.” Cyclonus corrects as he moves his head down to bunt Tailgate’s helm. “I don’t see a problem here.”

“I think he’s fine.” Tailgate leers at Whirl and oh boy, if he could give a smug look this would definitely be one.

Before Whirl could give a witty retort, a loud metal twang rang through the air as Chromedome’s left hand landed quite rudely on Whirl’s leg, almost knocking him off balance.

“You know, I think he has the right idea.” It’s hard to not hear glee in Chromedome’s voice when he talks. He’s clearly pleased with himself. “My left hand’s also on blue, so I’m still in.”

“Alright that’s it!”

Cyclonus watches Whirl fling himself directly into Chromedome’s chest, inciting what’s likely to be a very short, well mannered floor fight.

Tailgate sighs and watches the two grapple, Chromedome on the losing end. He’s still held firm in Cyclonus’s arm. “We’re not gonna get to play this again, are we.”

[urbanxdivinity]

[richoffplays]

[painttoven]

I give y’all the finished product all the time and never the process so here’s the process of this painting.