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The glare has no impact at all on Swoop. He is just as unconcerned about getting pummeled as ever and rests his head on the triceratops’ side. Nevertheless, Swoop doesn’t lock optics with Slag. He’ll glance to check on his brother’s face but keeps his gaze moving around.
“Him Spidermom ask bunch of Dinobot question. Me Swoop tell building Dinobot story and Dinobots on Cybertron story and Spider questions questions questions. More than Me Swoop know.”
“Him Spider nosy fucker.” Slag doesn’t shove Swoop off, just resting his chin back down on the floor and staring at the wall like it offended him. Which, it probably did, honestly. If only for being there. Being all.....rocky and shit. Who the fuck does it think it is being stable? Fuck you, wall.
“Why him Spider want know? Why You Swoop talk shit you no know? You Swoop not there when Us Dinobots buried, not You Swoop bizz-niss to tell Him Spider.”
An irate huff of his vents bounces Swoop a bit against his side but otherwise Slag lets him be. “What else You Swoop run You mouth about?”














