#torms

[conning-and-grifting]

♪ ♪ (For them boys)

Well, s’gotta be somethin’ melancholic, I ain’t sure I ever seen ya smile, LT. A’course, yer puttin’ up with Torms on yer day t’day, if ya ain’t used t’him it’d break anyone.

And as fer my danged amica. I gotta.

[conning-and-grifting]

💬 *thonks* Torms n Lieu

Grifter: Ah have the biggest friendboner fer mah Amica an’ Ah will fight anyone that gives him slag- Ah will fraggin’ wreck ‘em. His face is smoochable, his spark is made brighter’n a nova, an’ were Ah not helm-over-pedes fer Lockjaw Ah’d probably’ve tried t’conjunx th’ slag outta ‘im back in basic th’ first time he beat me inna brawl.Lieu is keepin’ ‘im alive an’ makin’ sure he ain’t gettin’ messed up too hard inna fight. Fer a noble, Ah like ‘im. He ain’t as snooty as th’ rolled optics an’ manners’d make ya think. An’ Torms loves him, Ah ain’t gonna second guess mah Amica- ‘specially when Ah can see what he likes about ‘im.Y’all ain’t allowed t’do nothin’ but have a happy ever after, y’hear?

[conning-and-grifting]

You in the training room, Grift? Yea? Good. Tormentor isn't exactly coming for a match, like you might think though. He remembers that you found his weak spot when he was a helpless bitlet. So it's only fair that he reminds you of your's: Tickle attack!

Grifter had actually been using the training room for its intended purpose of training, or at least his favorite purpose: stress relief. Nothing like beating the daylights out of something, and last he checked his favorite ex-con punching-bag of a best friend had been turned into a sparkling, so he couldn’t afford to be picky.

So of course he’d been too focused on smashing the dummy to scrap to notice an intruder before it was too late.

Grifter went down hard and flailing as laughter ripped its way out of his vocalizer. “TORMS!!!” He hollered, flailing at the navy mech. “Ah’m gonna KILL y—-!!” Laughter cut his words off with a burst of static as the only transition.

[conning-and-grifting]

HELLO (Tormentor)

1. First impression: If’n Ah recall it was sumthin’ like “How can Ah make this as unpleasan’ as possible for ‘im?” Had a good brawl outta it, though.

2. Truth is: Yer a fraggin’ idiot, c’mere! *noogies*

3. How old do you look: War ain’t treated ya well. Imma leave it there.

4. Have you ever made me laugh: Frag yeah.

5. Have you ever made me mad: Frag yeah.

6. Best feature: Fire. Jus’… tha’s cool.

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Nah, ain’t never got that drunk.

8. You’re my: Best friend ‘n brother.

9. Name in my phone: 'Torms'

10. Should you post this too? Ah think ya should take it away from Mixer.

[conning-and-grifting]

"You look like hell just threw you back up." He grins. Tormentor is not surprised to see Grifter in his current state. At the most he could be mildly concerned about what might have taken place and who could've been hurt. Still, drunken Grift is better than dead Grift -and they look about the same.

Grifter was probably quite the sight, when drunk he either was a riot or he started riots. This one looked to be more of the latter, there were some dents in his plating and a little spilled energon, but for the most part the brawler was whole and healthy.

For the definite part, he was cratered, and a stupid grin wormed itself across his face at the sight of Torms. “Ehhhhyyyyy!” He cheered, lifting up his half-full glass of energon into a wild toast. “Torms!” Energon sloshed out of the cube. Grifter gave the glass a critical look and downed the quarter that remained before it could escape too.

[accuweather]

DC to NYC Severe Storm, Flash Flood Risk A vigorous disturbance has the potential to bring severe thunderstorms across the mid-Atlantic on Friday, including major cities such as Washington, D.C., Philadelphia, New York and Albany.