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switchysmythe · 5 years ago

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First Date |Killiot

WHO: Elliot Smythe and Kirin Rhodes ( @kirinrhodes )

WHEN: 3rd August 3019.

WHERE: Town/Kirin’s dorm.

WHAT: First date.

NOTES: I never posted this cause I’m trash but it’s just first date feels between these losers.

Elliot was definitely nervous for tonight because this was an actual real first date and he doesn’t think he’s ever had one of those. He goes for casual clothing, though, because it’s drinks and drinks are easy. He can drink. He’s not running late, not really, he just had been freaking out a little and got himself all worked up because he was going on a date and his nerves were getting the better of him. He needed a damn shot. He did make his way to the parking lot when he was finally ready, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with a black bomber jacket. He spots Kirin there and he smiles, feeling his nerves lessen ever so slightly.

Kirin too had never been on a proper date, but he’d been on so many awkward social engagements he figured that this couldn’t be any worse. Besides, any time spent with Elliot was always less awkward than his normal life. Sitting behind the wheel of his green Maserati he spotted El and revved the engine, and smirked. He waited for El to get in and leaned over to kiss him. “Hello Gorgeous,” he chirped, throwing it into gear and peeling out of the school.

Elliot easily kisses the Dom back, smiling into it. “Hey,” he replies, laughing softly. “Nice car,” he teases. Of course Kirin had a stupidly flashy car, the switch wasn’t even surprised by that at all. He literally screamed rich stereotype, expect for how awkward he sometimes was but that was just adorable and endearing and he liked that side of Kirin. Even if Elliot was awkward himself so it made for extra awkwardness. “I am so ready for a drink,” he tells him.

Kirin chuckled, “could do with one myself,” he agreed, “but first, dinner.” He drove into town and parked near the park. “I’ve ordered food for us, it should be here,” he explained with a sly smile as he got out. In the park a small tent was set up with a kitchen set up and handful of people dressed in white bustling around. A picnic table was laid out with a table cloth and proper table setting. “Shall we, gorgeous,” he asked, offering his hand as they walked up to the table. A waiter met them and seated them, pouring champagne.

“Oh, yeah, can’t drink on an empty stomach,” the switch says with a laugh despite the fact he does that almost every single time he drinks. Elliot notices the tent and the strangers before he gets out of the car, he turns to look at Kirin once he gets out of the car. “Oh, my god, Kirin,” he says with a grin as he takes the Dom’s hand and walks towards the table. “This is... so cute,” he says biting down on his bottom lip as the champagne is poured for them.

Kirin smirks. He loves making Elliot squirm. “The staff is all French, so you’ll have to do the talking,” he explained and then added with a say smile,”and probably very tired, they just flew in this morning”

Elliot lets out a laugh, eyes wide. “You’re unreal, do you know what?” he asks, unable to stop smiling. “You flew in French waiters for our first date?” he asks. He can’t even comprehend it, honestly. He had no idea how their date was going to go but he really hadn’t expected this at all.

“I have been told that before yes, although, usually with less of a smile and more of a eye roll,” he said pleased with himself. “No, that would be silly,” he said, “I flew in a French cook and he brought the waiters.” A waiter came over and offered them bread and cheese and said something Kirin didn’t understand.

“I definitely mean it as a compliment,” the switch assures him. He doesn’t think he deserves this, in all honesty, but he loves that Kirin has done it for him anyway. This is definitely a good first date and it’s barely even started. “Oh, my bad, of course that would be silly,” he says with a laugh. Elliot turns to the waiter and smiles, “je vous remercie,” he says to the waiter once he’s placed the bread and cheese down.

Normally, people speaking in another language around him made him feel uncomfortable mostly because he didn’t like that feeling of not being in control, but it pleased Elliot and he was fairly sure that he was paying the staff enough that they wouldn’t be talking shit behind his back. “You should most definitely speak French more often, Gorgeous. It’s pretty on your lips.” He buttered some bread and unfolded a napkin on his lap. “Does it feel like home yet?” “Yeah?” Elliot replies with a grin. He didn’t speak French very often mostly because nobody here could speak France so it was kind of hard to speak a language where no-one expect your brothers would understand. He liked that Kirin liked it on him, though. “Maybe I will, and I’ll just translate it for you so you know what the hell I’m talking about,” the switch says. “I just said thank you, then by the way,” he explains. He thinks about the question for a moment before he nods his head. “It does, yeah,” he confirms with a sort of longing sigh. He missed Paris too much.

Kirin chuckled, “that would be much appreciated.” He was far from home as well, not nearly as far, but definitely out of his element but he didn’t miss home. It was obvious from the sigh that Elliot did. “Tell me more about it. About Paris. Your favorite places”

“Then expect more French from me,” he tells him, knowing it probably wouldn’t happen all of the time but he could definitely slip it in every now and again. “I just love all of it, I’m super biased but it’s just such a good place to be.” He would recommend it to anyone. “There was a cafe me and my best friend always used to go to, The Hood Paris, it’s amazing. It sometimes has live music and the staff are the nicest, honestly. I don’t know how they could be so nice, it would drain me,” he laughs.

“I look forward to it. The only language my father encouraged me to learn was Mandarin. The plan backfired when the tutor was hot and had sticky fingers.” He listened as El spoke of home but more he watched the Switch’s face. “Sounds nice. I bet you and your friend raised a lot of drinks and havoc. I can agree with that. I’m not cut out for customer service. All the niceties and small talk. No thank you.” The waiter returned with appetisers that looked incredible especially for something made in a tent.

“Yeah, that doesn’t sound like it worked out well. Why did he want you to learn Mandarin?” he questions. He doesn’t know how he feels to have Kirin’s undivided attention, having someone just watch him as he speaks. He thinks he likes it, he’s just not used to. Especially in a date setting. Elliot laughs and hums in agreement. “We really did. I miss her,” he says with a soft smile. “Honestly, small talk is not for me. It makes me super awkward so it was food I went that often it stopped being small talk and they just talked normally to us. Made it a whole lot better.” He thanks the waiter again when the food comes and it honestly looks amazing. And kind of familiar.

“Because we do a lot of business with China,” he shrugged. “Everything is about the business. But let’s not talk about that.” Kirin sampled the food. It was nothing like food in Texas, but delicious in its own way. “What’s her name? Was she a school mate?” He tried to think of thoughtful questions as he’d read up on proper date etiquette and it had been big on asking questions. “It sounds nice. You’ll have to take me there one day. Do you plan to move back after school?”

That made sense but he knew business was a sore spot for Kirin so he was happy to respect his request of not talking about it. “No more business talk, got it,” he says as he mimes zipping his lips and then grins at Kirin. “Yeah, we met in high school. Her name’s Simone,” he tells him. “I’ll take you there, definitely,” he says before he nods his head. “I want to, but I guess it depends on my future here, doesn’t it?” He couldn’t force someone to move to Paris with him but that is literally all he wants, to go back home.

“Well don’t zip them. I quite like your lips,” he said. “Simone- Pretty name,” he shrugged as the conversation veered close to small talk. “Well, I could make that very easy for you, you know,” he said. His feelings varied day to day, but his father hadn’t bothered him this week and he was back to sure he could claim Elliot and have happiness. Rather than the ‘I can never have any happiness’ route he usually was on after speaking with his father. “After dinner I thought we could go get proper drunk. I hope that’s not breaking too many date rules.”

Elliot smiles at the compliment. “Thank you, I’m glad you like them,” he replies. “You could?” he asks, eyebrows raising as he speaks. Things were Kirin were never the same, sometimes he was a glass half empty kind of person about his future, and sometimes it seemed like he might realise he doesn’t have to be his father but it never stuck. Elliot laughs. “Who cares about dating rules? We should just date how we wanna date and I am so down for getting proper drunk.”

“So far your lips haven’t done anything I don’t enjoy.” Kirin sipped some champagne frowning when the bubbles tickled his nose and setting it far away from him, wrinkling his nose. “Yes. If you were mine. I’m sure I could make a case for moving the head quarters to Paris. Or at the very least having a vacation home there.” Kirin spoke very matter of fact about this as if it were more a business transaction that he had faith in, than their future. “I suppose I thought everyone did? This isn’t actually my expertise, I specialize more in disposable food related dry goods, than dates. Oh that sounds like perhaps I’ll get a second date. Have I sealed that deal so soon in the first date?”

“Likewise, your lips are also pretty awesome.” He watches Kirin sips the champagne, a small smirk on his lips as he watches the scene unfold. He doesn’t understand Kirin most of the time, especially with his matter of fact he was being right now. The fact Kirin is saying he would change his plan, even slightly, for Elliot makes him feel some sort of way. “You should get a vacation home there anyway,” the switch replies. He’s not sure he wants to hold onto Kirin doing that for him even if it would be really nice. “No idea, honestly, I don’t date,” he says with a shrug. “So it’s also not my expertise either.” He sticks his tongue out between his teeth when Kirin asks about the second date. “I should have kept you hanging a bit longer,”’he teases. “I don’t see why I wouldn’t want a second date with you.”

“Perhaps I’ll have to show you what else they can do later.” He hopes that didn’t come off creepy as he fought off the bubbles. “Perhaps I will. You speak so highly of it. I’ve always thought it was quite a dirty city.” It did make him feel more at ease that Elliot had no standard to judge him by. “Ah but you have been seduced by my Wiley ways,” he laughed, “ah the meal.” The waiter arrived with quite the spread smelling of pure deliciousness. “I had worried this would be...too extravagant.”

Elliot presses his lips together, eyebrow quirking. “Is that so? I think I’d enjoy that,” he tells him. He laughs. “Like I said, I’m biased but you still should do it.” Elliot is kind of stuck on Kirin, it’s frustrating honestly because he hasn’t even known him that long and he also doesn’t think he’ll have a future with him. Not that he thought about the future much but Kirin did. Elliot thanks the waiter again as the food comes and it looks amazing. “It’s not too extravagant, I mean I totally wasn’t expecting anything like this but I love it. A lot so thank you.”

“I’ll look for real estate tonight,” he agrees. They’d been looking to open a branch abroad and expand, why not Paris, he thought. But he was just a kid with no real power, yet. It was still fun to pretend he did though. “I’m glad,” he nodded, “you deserve to be spoiled.” They ate with less conversation and more humming at the deliciousness until the waiter returned with dessert. Kirins eyes big and stomach full he whimpered, “oh I couldn’t possibly.”

Elliot doesn’t know why he’s surprised, Kirin has said before he’s not the type to joke but still, he’s surprised. “Wait, really?” he asks. “Like, that easily?” Elliot can’t even decide what he wants to eat on a day to day basis never mind just decide to get a house somewhere. He rolls his eyes fondly, he definitely didn’t deserve to be spoiled. He thanks Kirin anyway. He laughs at Kirin’s reaction to dessert. “Dessert goes to the heart, not to the stomach,” he jokes.

Well it doesn’t hurt to look, now does it?” The food was amazing and well worth the thousands it had taken to get the chef over on short notice just for them. “Oh that’s quite the saying,” he said, liking it quite a bit. “Alright then, I suppose it is rather small and we’ve come this far.” He would just have to hit the gym hard tomorrow. Once they were finished he sat back in his chair. “I think perhaps we should walk to the bar, maybe walk some of this meal off. I’m not sure how you French do this every day.”

“You make a good point,” Elliot agreed easily. He smiles when Kirin says he likes the saying, he heard it on a vine himself and he literally quoted at the damn time cause it was relatable. After the meal was over, and Elliot has thanked the waiters again. He turns to Kirin as he speaks and chuckles quietly. “Walking to the bar is a good idea,” he agrees. “I personally don’t do it everyday but we totally just build up a tolerance to it,” he teases.

Kirin hummed happily as Elliot spoke French to the waiter. He moved closer, casually letting his hand run over Elliot’s ass before paying the chef and thanking him. They started to walk and Kirin kept Elliot close, hand in hand. “I think that much butter would have me dead by 30,” he chuckled, “I’m surprised you’re not 300 pounds,” he teased, tickling Elliot’s side. “I’ve yet to be out in Lima. I’m sure the night life is...rather disappointing. Where do you recommend we go?”

Elliot smirks and doesn’t miss the way him speaking French affects the Dom. He does lean into his touch all too easily. “It’s a good job you don’t eat that much butter all the time, then, isn’t it? We wouldn’t want you dead so young,” he responds. He laughs when Kirin tickles his side, squirming away from him but he’s soon putting himself back at Kirin’s side. “It’s not the best,” he admits. “There’s a bar we can go to, though.” They know Elliot’s order by now, it’s kind of embarrassing.

“If I died who would take you on dates?” He realized that sounded weird so added, “kidding, they’d swarm if I wasn’t here scaring them all away.” He laughs rather cutely as Elliot squirms then clears his throat, not sure where that girlish giggle came from. “Lead that way, Gorgeous.”

Elliot laughs and rolls his eyes. “Are you scaring everyone away?” he asks with a smirk. He was pretty sure that people didn’t even know about him and Kirin, not that he was keeping it a secret. He grins at Kirin’s laugh. “Yes, Sir!” he says as they make their way towards the bar.

"Well not everyone, I allow your family contact," he joked, "But the ones who just want you for your body, I swat like flies." Of course he was doing nothing of the sort and for the most part had kept to himself since arriving, a bit too nervous to jump into the school with both feet. On the plus side, his new hobby of painting had emerged and was slowly taking over his suite. "Ooh don't tease me like that," he said, loving when El called him Sir for some reason. He held the door for the other as they walked into what seemed like a dive bar to Kirin, but by normal person standards was probably just fine. The bartender seemed to know Elliot and Kirin found it quite amusing. "Is this your other boyfriend then?"

Elliot rolls his eyes at Kirin’s response, shoving at his shoulder. “Idiot,” he mutters but he’s smiling. He doesn’t think there’s anyone wanting Elliot for more than just his body anyway. That’s how it’s always been or how Elliot’s made it to be, maybe. “You like it when I call you Sir?” he asks with a smirk. When they arrive at the bar, Elliot is greeted in his usual fashion and he sticks his tongue out at the Dom’s question. “Yeah, got boyfriends all over me.”

"I like when you call me Sir quite a bit, yes, "he said a little blush tinting his cheeks. "Is that alright?" Kirin smirks that he managed to slip one by Elliot and that he didn't notice he said "other " boyfriend, implying he was one as well. "I should have brought a leash," he teased, pulling Elliot closer to him by his belt loop. He ordered a gin and tonic and warns him " Keep that tongue in your mouth unless you plan on using it on me"

Elliot laughs softly and he doesn’t miss the slight blush on Kirin’s cheeks which is kind of really adorable. “Yeah, that’s fine,” he says. He may not be completely onboard with the whole system but he doesn’t mind using titles. He smirks when Kirin pulls him closer by his belt loop, his stomach swooping at the action. “You want me to use it on you, Sir?” he asks, unable to stop himself smirking cockily at the Dom.

Kirin rolled his eyes hard. “Oh please. The leash is for you. Keep you close,” he said shaking his head. He took his drink from the bartender and gave him a card to keep a tab open. “So what do you do here...”

Elliot looks around the pub for a moment before he looks back to Kirin. “I usually just come with Kurt and we just drink and talk and get really drunk,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders. He moves closer to Kirin after he’s ordered his own drink and has it in hand. “Nothing special but,” he trails off. “It’s alright.”

“Talk.. mmm,” he hums, wondering if Kurt was better at conversation than he was. His eyes scan the room. “Perhaps you should show me your billiards skills, Gorgeous,” he said eyeing the tool table.

“Yes, talk,” Elliot confirms. He follows Kirin’s gaze before he looks back at the Dom and shrugs his shoulders. “Okay but I’m not the best,” he warns.

Kirin narrowed his eyes. "For a man who spends enough time in this bar that the barkeep didn't even need to ask you what you wanted, you certainly seem like you haven't taken full advantage of this amenities." He wandered over to the pool table and started to chalk a cue. He'd played a decent amount, mostly as a child on the pool table at his father's office. His father would bring him in, but then mostly just leave him to entertain himself. The pool table had been a good source of fun for most his childhood . "Come on, Gorgeous. I'll help you," he said, slipping up behind Elliot and handing him the cue, then leaning into his back side as he reached around to put help El hold the cue properly. He had no doubt Elliot at least knew how to hold the cue, it was all just an excuse to be this close to him.

Elliot rolls his eyes. “I come to the bar to drink, why do you think they know my order?” he asks with a laugh. He only ever played pool as a kid and then if he ever won or came close to winning it was always a fluke. He follows the Dom to the pool table. He’s placed his drink down before Kirin comes up behind him. He huffs out a laugh. “I’m not completely hopeless, I can hold a cue,” he tells him with a laugh as he takes the cue from Kirin. “Not that I mind you being this close to me,” he adds art a smirk on his lips.

Kirin uses the position to his advantage and leans into Elliot, breathing hot on his neck. "No? I was really hoping to make you very very hopeless...helpless...mine," he whispered, kissing up his neck as his hand wandered south to grab the Frenchman's ass. "You sure you don't need my help..."

Elliot relaxes into Kirin, feeling those stupid butterflies in his stomach once again. He lets out a shaky, content sigh. “Will you only have me if I’m hopeless?” he teases as he feels a shiver run down his spine from the Dom kissing his neck. He presses his ass back into Kirin’s touch. “Uh, actually, I think I definitely need your help.”

"No, Gorgeous, but it would make things a lot easier," he teases with a chuckle straightening up only slightly, body still pressed into El's back. "Oh yeah? Well then...let's clear this table and start our own game, yeah?" He reached around holding the cue around Elliot's body and taking a shot. The sharp pang echoed as the cue sent the balls flying towards the pockets, sinking one of the three balls left on the fuzzy table top. He shifted, moving Elliot with him, and shot another in the corner pocket. The cue ball curved right back to his stick ready for the last shot. "Mmm this one will be difficult," he explained, as if shooting around an entire person wasn't challenge enough. "You'd better turn around," he said, gently turning Elliot in place so they were face too face> "And scrunch down a little...might be best a little lower,..."

lliot just lets Kirin control his moves, where he should be, and honestly he’s not paying that much attention because Kirin is so close to him and that’s all he can focus on right now. He laughs when Kirin turns him around so they’re face to face. “Idiot,” he says with a fond smile on his lips as his hands come to rest of the Dom’s hips. “You want me to get on my knees for you?” he asks, raising his eyebrows with the question.

Kirin simply give a smirk as he lines up his shot awkwardly around Elliot. "Well if you think that would be best, then perhaps yes, "he said, smirking the whole time. "Just while I shoot. You understand, don't you Gorgeous?"

“I’m not sure that I do,” Elliot teases, feigning innocence as his hands move from Kirin’s hips to the front of his jeans. “Just while you shoot?” he asks, repeating the Dom’s words as he presses the palm of his hand against his crotch.

Kirin shuttered as El’s hand touched him. They’d yet to get into bed together but if the night went on like this, Kirin doubted he’d be able to resist. “Tonight..tomorrow... the rest of your life...” he said with some strain in his voice

Elliot couldn’t help but feel smug when he heard the strain in Kirin’s voice, knowing it was because of him. “Yeah?” he asks. “Think you could deal with me for the rest of my life?” He asks as he undoes Kirin’s jean button and zips his jeans down so he could feel more of him.

“I co-“ he started, but Elliot’s hand made him freeze and try to catch his breath. His eyes darted around the bar. There were people but not so many they could be lost in a crowd and not so few no one would notice shenanigans happening. He swallowed and took a few quick breaths as El grabbed him. “Not if you kill me first,” he breathed, wrapping a hand around to grab El’s ass. “Naughty naughty. Don’t make me punish you in your bar,” he said, trying to gain any control.

When Kirin falters, Elliot smirks. He knew they were in public and it wasn’t like Elliot hadn’t done things in public before but he came here all the time so he was being brave, or an idiot. “Oh, I don’t want to kill you, that wouldn’t be fun,” he laughs. He raises an eyebrow. “I can stop,” he says as he pulls his hand away slightly. “Not sure I want to be punished,” he adds with a laugh.

Kirin’s eyes were scanning the room again, but this time for doors not people. “You’re going to If this keeps up,” he said under his breath, then grabbed hold of Elliot’s hand pulling it away and pinning it on the edge of the pool table. He knew he was going to regret this, but he didn’t have a choice, “...bathroom. Now,” he ordered, pulling Elliot towards the back of the room

“Hm, does that mean I can’t touch you?” he teases. He hadn’t really expected this to be how their date went but he’s not mad about it, honestly. He should be bothered that Kirin is pulling him into a bathroom he’s been on his knees in way too many times, drunk and with strangers. But he doesn’t care because he wants Kirin. “Fuck,” he practically groans. “Okay,” he says as if he would have ever even considered saying no as he’s pulled away from the pool table.

Kirin practically dragged Elliot into the small room shoving the door shut and then pushing Elliot back up against it. He leaned into El, a hand braces on either side of his body against the door. “You. You are a tease,” he growled, the Dommy side of him creeping out more and more, but he couldn’t help it. “

Elliot looks at Kirin with wide eyes, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. He swallows thickly and despite being desperate to touch Kirin and feeling a little dizzy, he manages a small smirk when Kirin calls him a tease. “But you like it, right?” he asks

He’s not used to having to hold back. Before school he was almost always fucking and scenening with someone he’d hired. No need to hold back anything much then. But Elliot was important. He had to temper himself because god only knows how El would react to his unleashed dominance, seeing El didn’t even believe in the system. In answer, Kirin grabbed Elliot’s hand and pushed in on to his hard cock again. “You could say that.” He lunges in, kissing the boy hard, running his hands all over his body, and trying to strip his shirt off.

Elliot keeps his hand on Kirin’s cock as the Dom kisses him. He groans into his mouth, palming at his length as the kiss heats up. He pulls back ever so slightly, having to move his hand, so his shirt could come off but then his hips are back on Kirin’s and his hand his back on his length. He pushes his hand into his underwear so he can actually touch him. His fingers wrap around his length and he strokes him.

What was he thinking? Hooking up in a dirty bar bathroom? How very pedestrian. But Elliot already was shirtless and that hand on his cock was threatening to drive him mad. His lips crashed back into Elliot’s and he shoved his own hand down the back of Elliot’s jeans, teasing his fingers over the Switches hole. “You deserve better than a quickie in a toilet stall,” he grumbled.

Elliot moans into the kiss as Kirin teases at his hole. He lets out a breathless laugh at the Dom’s words because he wasn’t stopping. “I don’t care,” he tells him without hesitation. He didn’t think he deserved better but he wasn’t about to say that and ruin the moment.

That moan just about drove Kirin insane, and almost convinced him to drop the argument. But he knew he was right. Elliot deserved far better than this. He kept kissing the boy but pulled his hand back, whining. “I will not...” he paused to kiss him again, “...tell our children.... our first time was in a bar bathroom.” He finally, breathlessly, pulled back from El’s lips. “Let’s get drunk and go back and at least allow me to bed you in a proper bed.

Elliot almost pouts when Kirin stops this. He can’t be mad, not that he would be anyway, especially when Kirin is being so nice about it. Though, children? Elliot was not about to touch that. “Fine, okay,” he says but he isn’t really annoyed, he’s smiling. He kisses Kirin again, slow, and then pulls back. “I plan on getting stupid drunk cause I need to focus on something that is on mine boner, or yours,” he says with a laugh as he grabs his shirt and puts it back on.

Kirin is sure he's lost his mind. He'd been dreaming of fucking Elliot for weeks now, nervously dreaming,but still. And here he was turning him away. It was the right thing to do though and this bathroom was grossing him out. "My tab is open, but I don't wish to carry you home, yeah?" He kissed Elliot's lips again, not eager to give him up. "Maybe I can help with that," he said, just as knock came at the door and they had to vacate awkwardly. Kirin lead them back towards the pool table and their drinks on small high top table. He took a big gulp of his gin and tonic to try and ease his nerves and lust. "You will be the end of me, I just know it," he sighed.

‘Hmm, okay,” Elliot replies with a smirk. “I’ll not get too drunk that you’ll have to carry me home, promise.” He kisses the Dom back, and wishes it could continue but he can wait. He’s never been the most patient guy but he’s sure Kirin will be worth the wait. He coughs awkwardly as they leave the bathroom. He smirks as Kirin takes a large drink of his gin before he takes a sip of his own. “Sounds fun,” he jokes, grinning at him.

Kirin eyed the Switch and the smiled. "I suppose, if you're the death of me, I can lay back in my grave with a smile on." He pulled Elliot in by his shirt, kissed him and then pushed him gently towards the pool table. "Come on, show me what you've got, Barfly," he teased. They played a few games of pool, drank, laughed, kissed..a lot, but finally the darkening sky told them it was time to head back. "Balls. It's nearly curfew. We need to hussel," he said, downing the last of his drink.

“Well that’s adorable,” the switch replies with a shy smile before he’s being pulled in. He hums happily and kisses the Dom back. He rolls his eye at the nickname. “Yes, Sir,” he teases. He’s pretty impressed with how long he’s able to last without just dropping to his knees for Kirin, he manages to even forget about it for a little while as he gets more and more drunk, but not too drunk that he won’t be able to get it up when they get back. He turns to look at Kirin and actually pouts because he kinda of really doesn’t want the date to be okay. “I suppose we should go,” he says as he slides up to Kirin.

Kirin put his arm around El's waist, pays his tab, leaves a decent tip and they walk back to campus with a decent amount of laughter and tripping. Maybe even falling off the sidewalk once or twice. "You're drunk," he teases, though he is clearly just as drunk. "Shhh going back to campus, we have to be good or they'll spank us, "he says, laughing loudly then shushing himself as they get up to the gates and show their ids to get in.

“You’re drunk,” Elliot quips back as they make their way back to campus. He definitely feels drunk and he’s back to just wanting Kirin. “You want them to spank you?” he teases, he’s loud though, always gets louder when he’s drunk. He shows the guards his ID and then walks, stumbles mostly, to the Dom’s dorm.

Kirin's face got red and his eyes huge and he grabbed El pulling him close and covering his mouth. "No. Shush your mouth now," he said sternly, then laughed at himself. They're laughing when they tumble into the door and Kirin accidentally slams it closed behind them, sending them both laughing again. He pulled El in tight, kissing him hard and fast, hands going to strip the other's clothes off him fast. "You need to be in my bed, right now, naked."

Elliot feels dizzy, and not from the booze. He’s so desperate and needy for Kirin in this moment and god does he want to be in his bed. “Yes, please,” he breathes against his lips before he kisses him again, needy and rough and he doesn’t care.

Kirin's tempted to shove the boy to the floor and demand his mouth, but he forced some control on himself. He groaned into El's neck as he kissed over his chest. He paused to strip his own shirt off revealing his ripped chest and abs. He walked El backwards towards his bed and then shoved the switch backwards on to it, letting El bounce on the bed as he slipped his jeans off and then with a devious smile, climbed over El, holding himself up with one arm, using his free hand to cup El's face. "You're so sexy...such a tease though....driving me crazy all night.

Elliot’s eyes fell to the Dom’s chest and abs, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide a she took in how good Kirin looked. “Fuck,” he hisses out as the other climbs over him, he’s still looking up at him with wide eyes. “I wanted to see if you’d cave and just fuck me there,” he teases. He leans up to kiss him as his hands trail down the Dom’s chest. “Fuck me,” he says into the kiss as one of his hands palms at the other’s cock.

“I told you...you deserved better than that. You deserve better than this too, but it’s what I’ve got at the moment,” he said, wondering why Elliot couldn’t see that a bathroom was no place to fuck anything but a whore. Kirins eyes roll back and his cock goes rigid as Elliot touches him and begs so softly. “Are you sure,” he asked coyly, pressing his hand down between them, teasing El’s cock. “Are you positive that’s what you want?”

Elliot didn’t care, as long as he had Kirin, he didn’t care where it was . “This is perfect, Kirin, because the date was perfect and you’re here,” he replies. They could be anywhere and Elliot wouldn’t care as long as he had him. He lets out a groan at the touch and nods his head. “I’m sure, I want this. I want you,” he assures him. He doesn’t think he’s been more sure of anything in this moment.

Kirin softly shook his head. "You deserve better than a bathroom fuck," he said simply, "So do I. " He leans in kissing El again, their bodies writhing against each other. Kirin groaned at the request. God he wanted to fuck this man. "Ah ah ask nicely, "he teased, losing all domminess as Elliot palmed his cock and made him whimper. He returned the favor, moving to tease El's hole. "I think I want that mouth first."

Kirin wasn't wrong about that. "You do deserve better," he agrees without hesitation. He rolls his eyes when Kirin tells him to ask nicely as if telling the Dom he wanted him, and this, wasn't nice enough. He moans as Kirin teases his hole. "Kirin," he practically whines because god he just wanted him. "Okay, fuck, you can have my mouth," he agrees.

"As do you," he corrected, not willing to let Elliot weasel out of that. With their bodies so close, Kirin feels like the world has gone and time has stood still for them. The way Elliot whines his name makes his heart flip in his chest. "Elliot," he whispers back, teasing his finger into his hole gently. "Good boy..." he whispers gently, lovingly, "But ...I realize now...I don't wish you to move from my arms. I quite like your body so close to mine." He continued to kiss El's neck and back, holding him tight to him. "I believe I could be quite happy if you never moved again." Elliot, once again, does not comment. He also doesn’t let on about the fact he doesn’t like to be called good boy because this moment is too good to bring up that. “How are you being so cute with your fingers when they are?” the switch asks. He lets out a quiet laugh as his twists his fingers in the Dom’s hair. “I think I would be quite happy if I never moved again as well,” he says and he’s smiling fondly at the Dom on top of him because he’s ridiculous and Elliot can’t seem to get enough of him.

“It’s one of my many talents,” he whispered, making his point by gently kissing El’s skin and making him moan by finding that sweet spot with his fingers. “Well...perhaps a little moving wouldn’t be awful,” he said, taking his fingers back and quickly grabbing lube from the side table and slicking his cock. Gently he lined up with El’s hole, kissing his neck. “You ready Gorgeous,” he asked, hips barely containing their excitement.

Kirin was definitely going to be the death of Elliot. He shifts to watch the Dom as he applies the lube and then he’s there and this s about to happen. He looks at Kirin and nods his head, he’s more than ready. “Yeah, yeah, I’m ready,” he confirms eagerly, eyed wide and his body tingling with anticipation and excitement.

Kirin smiles softly. The booze still tingling in his system is making this moment feel good ls a little extra. Like a movie. Something he needed to get perfect. Slowly, he eased in steadily, until his thighs met Elliot’s ass.

Elliot tenses around the Dom’s length before he lets himself relax, groaning at the feel of Kirin inside of him. “Fuck, Kirin,” he moans as he grips hold of his forearms, looking up at him with lust blown eyes. This was really happening and Elliot was delirious with how food it felt to feel so full by him.

Kirin gasped as he bottomed out inside Elliot. He'd never done this this slow before, never stopped to savor the sensations. "FUck" he echoed, kissing Elliot's warm skin and wrapping his strong arms around the other. "You feel even more amazing that I dreamt you would," he whispered, starting to very slowly ease out and then back in.

#face to face: kirin #kirin: 003

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July 5 Blurr’s Horror Stream - Rise of the Guardians

Blurr announced that he’d been invited into the Wreckers. Rodimus came over to tell Blurr that the Decepticons were looking to hunt him down. Drift isn’t sure that Rodimus isn’t setting a trap.

Welcome to the 'speedxstealer' room. Hot Rod: "finally, we are watching something NOT SCARY" B l u r r: / will jump up behind him and hiss anyway to try and scare him! / Hot Rod: *squeaks and leaps in the air, whirling around to GLARE* B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA!! You sure jump high! Hot Rod: "you are so very rude." B l u r r: Oh, relax. B l u r r: I'm not that rude. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave trudges in and drops to his usual seat with exactly as much grace as is required not to look like it's a tired flop and no more* Hot Rod: I do not appreciate being scared ( huffs ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy and Rumble join him, sprawling across the floor nearby.* B l u r r: Aww, my poor little croissant. B l u r r: / pats Hot Rod's helm/ Hot Rod: ( loud hissing ) I am NOT your poor little croissant!! ( doorwings flare to look more intimidating ) Bevel: *trundles in* B l u r r: K-Kyeheheheh. All right, fine fine. B l u r r: You sure are fun to prod at. B l u r r: / waves at Bevel / Bevel: *waves back* ItsyBitsySpyers: //What's a cross-aunt anyhow?// B l u r r: It's Hot Rod. Hot Rod: Non. B l u r r: Kyehehh. I'm joking. B l u r r: It's a French delicacy. A little bread. Hot Rod: Oui, if i were able to eat organic food. that is the first thing i would eat ItsyBitsySpyers: ((every time i look at your background i see prime going ⊂: )) Wing: *look who showed up*... *he looks so surprised* ItsyBitsySpyers: //Listen, you could eat whatever ya want, organic or not. Jus' maybe ya shouldn't.// B l u r r: [[ Prime can do that to blurr any day fbdsjkfs ]] B l u r r: You would eat a croissant first? B l u r r: / waves at Wing. / Wing: *head tilt. wave* Jazz: *climbs over the back of the couch and flops next to Soundwave. Hello he might be smoking. Literally. There is smoke rising off this dork* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave turns his fans on to keep the smoke blowing away from him* ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Does he want to know.]] Jazz: *grumbles and waves claw* Jazz: I wish it had a schedule. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What? What had a schedule?]] Whirl: *trots in and assumes his rightful place inside the Whirl Hammock* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Room for two?* Whirl: *always* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Up they go.* Jazz: *HUFF* the damnn... All Spark. *grumbling and waving smoke away* Whirl: *shifts around to make room for the twins and bobs his head* Sup. Jazz: Just chooses WHEN it wants to show me scrap. I didn't ASK to see NOTHIN'. Drift: *GUESS WHO'S HERE* Am I late?? Wing: *there's an empty couch. he'll take it up and stare at the armrest and rub at it a little* B l u r r: Nope. Whirl: Also, you REEK. *looks over to Jazz* Couldn't be bothered to take a SHOWER before you came? Drift: *oh look who's visiting again!* Hey Rodiiii— Rod. Hot Rod. Roddy. Jazz: Yo, I HAVE. Drift: *SMOOTH RECOVERY* B l u r r: Pits, you're embarrassing. Hot Rod: ( squints ) Hot Rod: I am Hot Rod. Not this... /Roddy/ Drift: Right. No nicknames. Forgot. Sorry. Jazz: It ain't my fault I got more runes burnin' in, man. *looking at Whirl* Whirl: You still smell. Hot Rod: ( nods and smiles slightly ) It's alright ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What did it show you, then?]] Jazz: Yah know what, maybe I do. But that ain't my problem. Jazz: *looks at Soundwave* Well, it was a lil jumbled up. Whirl: Unfortunately, no, it's all of OUR problem because we have to deal with the stink. Jazz: Look, man, I will come over there and roll all over yah. Then what? ItsyBitsySpyers: *Frenzy shrugs* \\I DON'T GOTTA SMELL NOTHIN'.\\ ItsyBitsySpyers: *Click. Battlemask!* Whirl: If you touch me I'll remove whichever arm I get my claws on first. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Hey, good idea.// And there goes Rumble's. Jazz: You start tearin' limbs off me and we gonna have a damnn good dance off. Whirl: Don't touch me and there won't be a problem. Drift: *Hot Rod smILED* Jazz: I ain't gonna. B l u r r: / yanks Drift to sit down / Whirl: ...*under his breath, wryly amused* Traitors. Wing: *well, that hasn't changed much* Drift: *STUMbles and sits* Hot Rod: ( moves to sit down, humming quietly ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Rumble snickers* B l u r r: I have news for you, if you can stop staring at Baguette over there. Drift: He doesn't like nicknames, Blurr. Drift: *oh. wait. news.* Yeah? What is it? Whirl: Anyway, is that what your whatever-it's-called smells like? That artifact? Because man, that thing must be stinky. ItsyBitsySpyers: //Is he a cross-aunt or a bag-et? Make up your mind.// Bevel: *finding the story this song is telling kind of funny* B l u r r: / huffs/ I'm joking with him. Hot Rod: ( hISSES AT BLURR ) B l u r r: / HISSES RIGHT BACK / B l u r r: Easy, Hot Rod, or I'll call you something worse. B l u r r: / looks back at Drift / Guess who is official Wrecker status? Drift: *... they're CATS* Hot Rod: ( doorwings flare in his indignation, as he mumbles in french ) Jazz: I dunno what it smells like... to you, I mean. Jazz: It just smells normal to me. Wing: *slight amuse* Well. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Somewhere, Ravage is insulted by the comparison* Drift: *optics brighten* Really? Hey, congratulations! Hot Rod: ( huffs and sits demurely, servos clasped in his lap ) Whirl: About time, Teach. Good job. B l u r r: / turns to Hot Rod/ Je suis desole, ami. B l u r r: / smirk. Turns back to Drift and Whirl/ Yeah, well... he made a huge deal out of it. Jazz: *waves at Wing * Whirl: As well he SHOULD. It's only gonna get better for you from here, mech. Whirl: Trust me on this. Hot Rod: ( squints at blurr before a small smile again ) pardonné, mon ami. Wing: *he's not really sure what they're congratsing on but he'll wave at Jazz right back* B l u r r: / smirks and wiggles claws at Hot Rod / B l u r r: [ yoooo who's ready? ]] Drift: *oh! hey!* Wing! Drift: ((ready!)) ItsyBitsySpyers: ((ready)) Bevel: [[ready Jazz: *grins at Wing* You probably don't remember me, man, but it's good t'see yah. Whirl: ((I am!)) Hot Rod: ( READYYY ) Hot Rod: ( soft laugh and wiggles his digits back at Blurr) B l u r r: / THERE. He made a friend / Wing: *little wave at Drift* *back to Jazz* There's a lot I don't remember, but it's coming back. Drift: *smiles* It's good to see you. Jazz: No worries. We can just meet all over again! *grins* B l u r r: Mm, it's been a while. B l u r r: [[ kay imma start! ]] Wing: And you. *to Jazz* I'd like that... I'm sorry, what was your name? Jazz: Name's Jazz! Wing: Nice to meet you again, Jazz. Jazz: Nice to meet yah! Drift: *he's listening to this with... some concern. not gonna interrupt though.* Whirl: *salutes Wing with a claw* I'm Ultra Magnus. Bevel: *enjoying just being quiet for a little bit tonight* Bevel: *giggles anyway at Whirl's answer* Drift: ... He's not Ultra Magnus. Wing: *he just smiles and shakes his head at Whirl* No, you're not. But nice try. Drift: *drift will help whirl trick random strangers. he won't help him trick Wing.* Whirl: How is it that you remember ME, anyway? B l u r r: Maybe he knows you're not Ultra Magnus. Whirl: *shoots Drift a brief, dirty look* Drift: *quietly* And how is it you don't remember others? Hot Rod: ( laughs and points ) I knew it! Whirl: How would someone be able to tell? I could be from another dimension. ...I AM from another dimension. Wing: *slightly uncomfortable*... You're not from this world. Whirl: I think the only ones of us from the same dimension is these three--*gestures to the twins, and to Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave nods.* Bevel: *holds up hand* ItsyBitsySpyers: *And points to her, now that he sees her.* Wing: It's... I don't know. But please. Movie. *just shakes his head at Drift* Not now. Whirl: Oh, and apparently her, too. Drift: *concerned look* ... You're okay, though? Are you okay? Whirl: *shrugs and returns his atttention to the film* Wing: I think so. *he's pretty sure?* Jazz: *gonna totally lean on Soundwave. Or try to. Just to be obnoxious* Whirl: ((oh my god it's me as a kid)) Drift: *... hesitant nod.* Okay. Not now. Drift: Later. ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave puts a feeler claw in Jazz's face and pushes.* Whirl: Well, I can approve of riling up the natives on principle. Jazz: *awww.* Bevel: *decides she likes Cupcake best* Jazz: *leans against feeler instead* You're a grump, Sounders. Drift: *... is soundwave still denying his feelings* Whirl: that sandman fellow works hardest of all. Whirl: (9CUPCAKE <3)) ItsyBitsySpyers: *He is a river in Egypt, Drift.* B l u r r: .... /claws into Drift's arm/ I like him. Drift: *sad* B l u r r: / omg what are you sad for. / ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He is not a grump. He simply enjoys his personal space.]] Jazz: Aiight, fine. Then say get off, you don't gotta put your extended hand in my face. Whirl: Yeah, that seems to be a concept foreign to him, Soundwave. Whirl: *...says the mech crammed into a hammock with two other mechs* Drift: ... space bridge bombs. B l u r r: I bet we could steal them. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He's not saying those two words in your presence.]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Primus knows what you would do in response.]] Whirl: The rabbot's kinda cool. I approve of hilding grudges. Whirl: ...is this how 'Buster inducted you, Teach? B l u r r: No. Pits no. Drift: Pfff. Whirl: Has it even happened yet? B l u r r: He just asked me and then picked me up and yelled at the entire base. Wing: *he likes the big guy* Drift: No trumpets? B l u r r: "He said yes" and Topspin just thumbs up. Whirl: *actually laughs--a short one, but perhaps the first genuine one for a long while* Whirl: That sounds like 'Buster, all right. Hot Rod: I like the tooth fairy Hot Rod: so prettyyyy B l u r r: Well, that's what he did. B l u r r: Now he wants to put an Autobot symbol on me Whirl: You've already got one. B l u r r: He wants to put on of THEIRS on me Whirl: Well, you should do it. It's an honor. B l u r r: Well, he'd have to add it somewhere else. B l u r r: Because mine isn't going anywhere Hot Rod: your belly B l u r r: No, I don't want to match you! Drift: ... You can wear a second badge somewhere else, right? B l u r r: [[ wow is the stream dropping? ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[He had two.]] B l u r r: [[ it had a moment ]] ItsyBitsySpyers: [[One on each arm.]] Hot Rod: oh right Hot Rod: last time people realized i had a badge there... Hot Rod: they started to smooch my belly Hot Rod: ( whispers ) it was weird Wing: *oh he really likes this person* B l u r r: Why can't I ? B l u r r: I can get as many as I want. Drift: Yours looks very nice, Hot Rod. Drift: *actually hasn't noticed Hot Rod's. keeps looking at his big ol' eyes instead.* B l u r r: / snorts and whispers to hot rod / That's what cannibals do before they bite. Bevel: Jellyfish robot. Drift: *they're so /round./* Hot Rod: ( pats his belly badge and laughs ) merci beaucoup. Whirl: Yeah, you've got plenty of oher places to stick it. Hot Rod: ( *** his head ) Kiss bellies? ( wide optics ) B l u r r: Yes. Hot Rod: (( he has the big anime eyes )) B l u r r: [[ the sleiigh is my favorite! ]] Hot Rod: ( gasps ) Really?? That is... oh dear... So many people want to eAT ME B l u r r: Yes, they do. /pats his helm / Drift: I'm sure not everyone who kisses your belly wants to eat you. B l u r r: Either way, I need this new one to go somewhere that isn't as... centered as my own Drift: Probably very few of them. Like... one percent, probably. Hot Rod: ( looks at his belly badge ) Then why... are people kissing my belly. Hot Rod: ( grins ) why not your forehead? Whirl: What, are you ashamed of his badge? B l u r r: ... why in the pit would I put it there? B l u r r: / scoffs/ No, but mine comes first. /pats purple badge / Whirl: *shrugs* Hot Rod: ( shrugs ) Hot Rod: you could? Drift: *opens mouth.* ... *shuts it.* ... *opens mouth again* Because... they like your badge? B l u r r: Because they want to eat you. Drift: *honestly has trouble figuring out why anyone kisses anyone anywhere, but.* B l u r r: / shrugs at Hot Rod / Don't you think red would clash with purple? ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Red looks very nice with purple.]] Whirl: I've got to second that, it generally does. Bevel: Purple looks good with everything. Hot Rod: ( giggles ) But we have the same badge. Ah, people are so strange these days B l u r r: Hmm... Whirl: He's got a neat horse, though. B l u r r: He does... Whirl: Anyway, why not stick it on your pauldron? Or better yet, pauldrons? Whirl: Get two smaller ones. B l u r r: I suppose I could. Drift: ... Where does Roadbuster wear his? Whirl: Hell yeah, look at that rabbit kicking ***. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[What nonsense. There are no memories stored in teeth.]] B l u r r: I think it's on the front somewhere. Drift: ... You sure? It's in their heads. Maybe their teeth are, like... back-up drives for their brains? Bevel: Maybe there are in this universe? Whirl: Or... now, this is a wild idea. Try and bear with me, folks. Whirl: It's magic. ItsyBitsySpyers: [[Humans do not have backup drives.]] Wing: That's not impossible. Bevel: Magic memories. :D Drift: You sure? Drift: ((...... do they believe in a tooth mouse in france)) Drift: ((or wherever that mouse was)) Whirl: ((I couldn't tell ya)) Bevel: [[sort of Bevel: [[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tooth_fairy#Related_myths Whirl: *that's no way to treat a concerned and loyal horrifying beast, you turd* Drift: ((neat!)) Drift: ... Why are they whispering? Can't the kids not see them? B l u r r: They can if they believe in them Drift: Oh. Huh. B l u r r: They can see them if they believe in them. B l u r r: But he can't see that one... Bevel: Jack is probably being polite Whirl: We don't they let themselves get seen every now and then, once they're like... established, then? Whirl: To keep it going. Drift: That's a good question. Drift: ... Maybe they do? Whirl: Yeah, maybe they do. Wing: *oh no* B l u r r: That must be weird, though. B l u r r: People believing in you...? That must be hard. B l u r r: I would fail as a guardian day one. Drift: I believe in you. Whirl: Pfft. Lord, if that was what we needed to exist, I'd have been gone a long time ago. B l u r r: Aw, I would believe in you, Whirl. B l u r r: / smirks at Drift / Thanks Drift: I believe in YOU TOO, Whirl. Hot Rod: chinshands and very focused on the movie Whirl: No you don't, Drift, you just tell me nice things so I'll do what you tell me. And Blurr... well, maybe. You think you do, but only because you don't REALLY know me. Whirl: But I appreciate the gesture all the same. *dryly* B l u r r: well pits, no one REALLY knows me, either. Drift: That's slag. I know that wouldn't work on you. Whirl: *he just gives Drift a stare that is half-deadpan, half-amused* Hot Rod: I don't think anyone knows anybody very well. Too much vulnerability Wing: Mm. Hot Rod: ( laces his digits together, smiling ) ItsyBitsySpyers: *Soundwave looks up and notices the eggs. He tries not to think of Tarantulas and fails.* Hot Rod: Trust is hard to give Whirl: *stares at the eggs* Drift: ... Sometimes it takes something other than trust. Hot Rod: What else is of worth? If not trust? Hot Rod: Is trust not the foundation for everything? Whirl: Not a damn thing, Hot Rod. Whirl: Quicker you learn that, the better. Drift: Sometimes you have to show yourself to someone else even if you don't trust them. Hot Rod: ( rolls his eyes ) I am not a naive child, I know. Hot Rod: ( shakes his head ) Whirl: You talk like one. Hot Rod: That's very dangerous Drift: Not because you trust they won't use it against you, but because you want them to have that piece of you no matter what they do with it. Hot Rod: I do not? Hot Rod: I talk... normally? Whirl: I mean, taklking about things like trust and all that rot. Hot Rod: And what about it. It's important to talk about Whirl: Best not to rely on it. Whirl: You'll be disappointed every time. Hot Rod: I'd rather face that disappointment than not do it in the first place Whirl: More fool you, then. Hot Rod: ( rolls his eyes and looks back to the movie ) B l u r r: What a bunch of dumb followers. Rodimus: /comes in all late to sit next to Blurr/ Yo. B l u r r: ... / glance at/ Hi ? Drift: *wraps arm protectively around Blurr's shoulders. Drift: ((see i know he's bullshiitting here but i like to think pitch actually means it for a second)) Rodimus: /looks at Drift and then Blurr/ I'm here to collect your bounty B l u r r: [[ he does in the book >>;; ]] Drift: ((omg good)) B l u r r: [[ his story in the book is sad ;A; ]] Wing: ((I never read it)) B l u r r: [[ he has a daughter and she like hates him ;A; ]] Drift: ((aww ;;)) B l u r r: [[ ITS A REALLY SAD STORY THATS WHY I LIKE PITCH SO MUCH ]] Whirl: So, wait. Hold up. You're here to collect a bounty someone has on Teach? B l u r r: It's been a long time, but I think his daughter is Mother Nature ]] B l u r r: ... Wait, what bounty? Drift: *... pulls blurr closer* Whirl: *zoops his head up out the hammock to stare at Rodimus* Wing: *does he have to get up? please don't make him get up* Drift: There are a lot of bots in here that aren't gonna let you collect on that. Hot Rod: What's happening Bevel: [[She is mother nature yeah Drift: ((oh dang that's rough, not only your daughter but ALL OF NATURE hates you)) B l u r r: [[ yEAH ]] Bevel: [[bunny is also an alien that turns into a four armed monster when he eats chocolate Whirl: ((omg awesome.....)) Drift: ((whhh)) Drift: ((whhwh?)) B l u r r: Wait, I thought you ERASED my bounty? Drift: ((wh)) Bevel: [[lol u ok Wing: ((Drift broke)) Drift: ((i'm.)) B l u r r: [[ lmfao ]] Bevel: [[Bevel would like Bunny more if the movies actually made him a shapeshifter lol Whirl: *he'll never admit it, ever. Under the severest of tortures. But he likes Babytooth* Drift: ((four armed alien monster)) B l u r r: [[ god I love the fact that Jude Law is Pitch ]] Whirl: ((is ayone else's sound doing a weird thing)) Drift: ((yep)) B l u r r: [[ what weird sound thing? ]] Whirl: ((o, it stopped!)) Bevel: [[i'm definitely not lying either https://robinbigda.wordpress.com/2015/01/27/e-aster-bunnymund-and-the-warrior-eggs-at-the-earths-core/ Drift: ((like a slenderman sound)) B l u r r: [[ is it over now? ]] Drift: (("and attempts to change the demise of the Golden Age and keep Pitch from going evil" *CLUTCHES HEART*)) Drift: ((yeah the sound stopped.)) B l u r r: [[ yES ]] B l u r r: his story is so sad. ]] B l u r r: [[ GOD HES SO CUTE ]] Rodimus: /got lost in the movie/ Ah what? Bounty. Ah Oh yeah....I did didn't I? B l u r r: You erased it. Whirl: So, you erased Blurr's bounty. And you're not here to collect on it. Correct? Hot Rod: You have a bounty?? B l u r r: ... Apparently. Whirl: How much wree ya worth, Teach? B l u r r: More than Ultra Magnus. Whirl: I'm worth a pretty penny, myself. B l u r r: He has a scythe! /sparkle optic / B l u r r: He's my favorite Guardian... Drift: ... Well, he's not a GUARDIAN, but... Whirl: I like the rabbit. Hot Rod: I like the fairy Bevel: Nick has sword. Whirl: ((DISAPPOINTED THAT ONE OF THOSE WASN'T A BIGFOOT)) Drift: *mumbles* I like Pitch too. Drift: *well. Feel for him, at any rate.* B l u r r: / frowning / Of course he's gonna lose... /sinks down in couch / Drift: *poor guy.* B l u r r: / sulking / Whirl: *snickers* Wing: *head shake* Drift: *pats Blurr's back* B l u r r: Oh and I'm sure they just won't feel bad at all B l u r r: Shoving him into isolation to live an invisible lifestyle. Whirl: Why should they? he picked a fight with them. Whirl: He lost. B l u r r: He didn't pick a fight, he HAD to . Whirl: He didn't have to do anything. B l u r r: / shrugs/ I'm on his side. Bevel: They did the same thing with Jack and only got sorry because the moon said he was important. B l u r r: They ignored Jack the entire beginning of the movie until- yeah. Whirl: By all rights Jack was a pain in their ***. B l u r r: He was "important" Wing: It didn't have to end like this. Whirl: He never did anything for them except give em a headache. B l u r r: Fear is just as important as anything else. Whirl: *shrugs* Whirl: Point is--he earned that punch, at the very least. Drift: Yeah, Pitch didn't have to do anything. He could have chosen to give up before he began and succumb to despair, loneliness, and permanent isolation. That was totally an option. Bevel: Maybe a timeout will make Pitch realize he can exist /with/ the others instead of having to destroy them? Drift: But, I mean—an awful option. Whirl: That's life, Drift. B l u r r: It's on both ends. B l u r r: They have to acceptHIS existence, too. Whirl: They didn't do a dang thing to him. Whirl: Not until he started stealing from em. Hey, I admire his chtuzpah. He had style. Whirl: But if you pick a fight you can't win, you deserve what you get. Bevel: The horses were neat. B l u r r: His concept is neat. Drift: They could've had a truce. A little fear, a little wonder, everyone is happy. B l u r r: Yep. Wing: That, yes. Drift: I mean. Except for the children during the fear parts. But. Whirl: *shrugs again* Drift: Humans can handle some fear. Whirl: I don't get it, cos people LIKE to be scared every now and then. Whirl: I mean, obviously there's a place for him. Drift: He could make movies for us. Whirl: Why else would they have horror movies and stuff? Drift: ... *punches Blurr's side* B l u r r: / is punched wtf / Drift: Hey. Jack and Pitch teaming up. Fear AND fun. B l u r r: ... That's me! Drift: Maybe they did and that's what horror movies are. B l u r r: Well, I have fun scaring people, anyway. Drift: ... And you! You too! *was totally thinking about movies.* B l u r r: Right, Hot Rod? Drift: Heh. That counts. Hot Rod: What B l u r r: I like scaring you. Hot Rod: I wasn't paying attention Hot Rod: oui, you do B l u r r: oui! B l u r r: Horror movies ARE fun. Hot Rod: it's not fun and I will try to scare you as well B l u r r: You can TRY. Rodimus: /finally just realized they didn't watch a horror movie/ Whirl: Pfft! I'd pay to see THAT. Hot Rod: *scowls* Hot Rod: *its hard to be scary when you have the cutest optics ever* Drift: *they really are the cutest* Bevel: I am good at scaring people. Whirl: Same. Drift: *laughs* Yeah! You got me a couple weeks ago. Hot Rod: *happy beeping because thank you for the compliment* B l u r r: Anyway. /looks at Rodimus/ You can't collect a bounty that doesn't exist. Rodimus: /looked at Blurr/ Obviously .... B l u r r: I was caught and released, or so I was told. Whirl: Yeah, I never got a straight answer out of you. Whirl: You here to collect Teach? Drift: I'm willing to try to stab you again. Keep that in mind. Hot Rod: ( claps his hands together ) ALRIGHT. Let's not get into a fight. You! ( points at rodimus ) are not going to collect Monsieur blurr Hot Rod: And that's that! and you all! ( vague gesture to everyone else ) are not going to fight anyone Whirl: O-ho, I'd like to see you stop me, pipsqueak. Rodimus: Good for you Drift. /looks at Whirl./ I WAS but thats not going to happen now is it? Whirl: Oh, I can't even BEGIN to tell you the ways that's not gonna happen, mech. B l u r r: / pulling up a snack box. Chewing on snacks. Anyone want some? Holds them all out. / Hot Rod: ( covers his face ) Non! We are not going to do anything--- Whirl: Drift over there, threatening to stab you--I'm not NICE like he is. Rodimus: No point and capturing someone with no bounty... /takes a snack and huffs/ Hot Rod: ( starts to shoo rodimus ) monsieur, let's shoo now~ Wing: *just watching this exchange* Well, now that that's settled... B l u r r: ... /glances at snack box. Rodimus. Snack box. Grabs one and eats / Drift: I'm not going to start any fights. Bevel: Are we fighting? *looks around* B l u r r: / waves claw at wing again/ B l u r r: Want a snack? Drift: But I'm not going to hold back if HE threatens my best friend. Hot Rod: ( huffs ) Wing: *blink*... No, thank you. Whirl: I'm pefectly willing to start a fight. But--*waves a claw and un-zoops* Obviously he's not gonna give us any trouble. B l u r r: You sure? All right. /smirks at Wing and wiggles claws again /

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Hot Rod: ( LETS FORGET MY MISTAKE ) B l u r r: What does a pirate- You've never met a pirate?! Drift: ((both get censored so)) B l u r r: Well, I'm a pirate! /presses claw to chassis/ We ravage the universe for valuable artifacts. Adventures! Whirl: He's got an eyepatch and everything. B l u r r: You ever wanted something, but you weren't allowed to have it? We take it! Whirl: *regards Blurr upside-down* We need to get you a bird,, though. Hot Rod: Or! you can ask nicely for it! ( happy smiles ) B l u r r: ... N-No. B l u r r: No, pirates don't ask. Bevel: Pirates do whatever they want. Hot Rod: Why not? It's nice to do Rodimus: /stretched/ Speaking of pirates .... B l u r r: / SIGH / B l u r r: you should be a pirate, mon amie. /looks at rodimus/ What, Rodimus? Hot Rod: Could I be a nice pirate? Rodimus: I gotta message for you, from Megatron actually. B l u r r: ... I mean, I guess.. B l u r r: / freezes / B l u r r: From who? Drift: Hot Rod, you can be anything you want. Drift: I believe in you. Rodimus: Megatron /he repeated/ Rodimus: Oh and Starscream. B l u r r: ... and what does the oh great King Meg- WHY Drift: *oh that sounds like serious business* B l u r r: What do THEY want? Drift: *leeeans forward to see around Blurr. don't mind him just eavesdropping in.* Rodimus: /he leaned over to take a snack/ They want you to turn yourself in /he tried not to laugh/ Rodimus: I'm serious though Whirl: *still watching Blurr upside-down* Well. You should kill them, obviously. B l u r r: ... Turn myself in? B l u r r: for what? I left the universe... B l u r r: I mean, I leave periodically. Wing: *confused face* Rodimus: Riiight. Kill Megatron because its the easiest thing to do. /he deadpanned/ Drift: ... Turn himself in for WHAT? He's not even bothering them anymore. Jazz: *pokes Wing* So, mech. Whirl: It'd sure as hell be fun to TRY. Jazz: I know yah don't know me, but if you wanna drop a line sometime, I'm down to chat. Rodimus: You do know its not hard for Star to catch you? Drift: *looks at Blurr* I mean, are you? I dunno, I didn't think you bothered the Cons much lately. B l u r r: ... He can't keep up with me. Wing: Oh, no, of course. I wouldn't mind that at all. B l u r r: / looks at Drift / No. I don't mess with them. Rodimus: Can't he? And of course they're going to mess with him. B l u r r: Wait, slow down. Drift: So what's their problem with you? B l u r r: / waves claw / B l u r r: Are you and Megatron on good terms? Rodimus: PFT as if. Jazz: *smiles at Wing* I can show yah pictures of my camp. Rodimus: Well...we're more on neutral grounds.... B l u r r: / hiss snarl / Traitor. Whirl: So what does he care if Teach goes pirating around dimensions, anyway? B l u r r: Anyway... that aside. Whirl: I've seen your planet, the place is a sty. He's got other things to worry about. B l u r r: What do they want? I haven't stolen anything from them. B l u r r: Recently... Drift: So Megatron is on neutral grounds with the guy who's ruling part of Cybertron... B l u r r: ALL of Cybertron... Drift: ... buuut wants the guy who LEFT Cybertron and ISN'T BOTHERING THEM anymore to turn himself in. Wing: *little smile* What planet is it on? Drift: Yeah. Sounds fishy. Jazz: Earth, of course! Whirl: *nods* Rodimus: Takes one to know one. /he eats a little/ ANYWAY. What they do is their business. I'm just telling you to....well...ya know.../mumbles/ Wing: Earth... I've never been there. B l u r r: I'm not a traitor. /mumbling/ B l u r r: You're telling me to turn myself in. B l u r r: To Megatron. So they can throw me in a CAGE. Bevel: Earth can be really neat sometimes. B l u r r: and FIX me. Whirl: As if any of us would elt that happen. Jazz: It ain't so bad. I'll send you some pictures sometime. It really is a good lookin' planet. Rodimus: /vented loudly/ I didn't even say that Drift: *tightens grip around Blurr* B l u r r: So what ARE you saying? Whirl: There's no prison that can keep me in or out. Not anymore. B l u r r: Either I give up or they chase me and my fleet down? B l u r r: Why do they want ME? Rodimus: I'm telling YOU to get out of the system your aft has been sitting in, for the past few cycles. B l u r r: ... Wait, what? Rodimus: You keep doing everything Prime wanted to do. Rodimus: They, don't like it... Wing: *bothered by the other conversation?* I... I'd really love to see that sometime. But I've heard Cybertronians aren't that welcome there. Rodimus: I don't care. Bevel: Some Earths are okay with visits. B l u r r: They don't like that I'm doing... / trails off/ Pardon? Whirl: Wait, they['re telling Blurr to leave the dimension he's in? Right now? With 'Buster? Jazz: Well, not all of us are. But, we're workin' on things. Whirl: That's not even THEIR dimension! B l u r r: No, I travel, Whirl. B l u r r: I bounce... Wing: *nods* I see. It makes sense. Whirl: Well, are you bouncing over to THEIR doorstep and picking fights? Drift: ... So you're warning him. So he can go hide. Rodimus: Did I tell him to go hide? Drift: Fiiiine, nitpicker. Ignore that part. You're WARNING him. Is or isn't that what you're saying. B l u r r: No, I'm not... bouncing to anything. Whirl: Then I don't see where they get off. B l u r r: I mean, I'm not messing with them. They just don't like that my perks are that I can do what my Master did. B l u r r: Being a pirate. In a sense, I can do exactly what Optimus wanted. Rodimus: Yeees, I'm warning him. Is that what you want to hear? Jazz: Well, lemme give yah my frequency. And you can comm me. Whirl: Did they join the Galactic Council or something? Whirl: Because I mean--in all fairness, you ARE making enemies THAT way. Hot Rod: Huh, which dimension to you plan on jumping? Rodimus: No they didn't, they're just a bunch of left over 'Cons. Hot Rod: Because mine is... ( coughs ) dangerous Whirl: Then they're being idiots. Drift: ... Don't know. Still deciding. Whirl: It's not like they don't have enough to worry about with that sad bal of garbage you all call home. B l u r r: / looks at Hot rod/ I know yours is. But, I bounce there sometimes. I bounce everywhere. B l u r r: I seek out relics and artifacts. Drift: *trying to decide whether he thinks Rodimus is helping Blurr in order to somehow help himself, or whether Rodimus is flat out lying to him.* Bevel: *should probably be paying attention the conversation with Blurr* Hot Rod: ( squinty look ) Hot Rod: Careful, we have many... who do not like our kind B l u r r: Why do you think I still have Jazz? B l u r r: He's a relic. Rodimus: /shrugs/ Wing: *nods again* I'll give you mine as we- *wait what?* Wing: *looks at Jazz* Jazz: *... smiles* Rodimus: Oh! Guess what though? /he's actually smiling at Blurr. Like a real smile. What even is this?/ B l u r r: ... What? B l u r r: / looking at him like hes got something on his face/ Rodimus: Remember Earth? Wing: *little head shake* Should I ask? *curious* B l u r r: Yeah... Jazz: Well, you can ask. I mean, I'm pretty sure you'll think I'm lyin'! Jazz: *laughs* but I'll tell yah. PRomise not to tell anyone else. B l u r r: / pokes Hot Rod / I'll just bring Drift with me and we can all hang out with you and your Autobots. Totally safe. B l u r r: /and prime can be there to step on me yes / Rodimus: /pft/ Wing: I don't mean to be rude. But what did he mean by that? *gestures to Blurr* Jazz: By a relic? Hot Rod: ( *** his head then laughs ) Alright. I'll put in a good word for you all. Just no eating bots. Jazz: I'm th'All spark. *taps chassis* Hot Rod: ( *** I DID IT AGAIn ) Whirl: ((OMG)) B l u r r: Oh, I'll go on a diet if you let me meet your Prime. Hot Rod: ( I MEAN CANTS HESUS ) Rodimus: Well~ You know the who transwarp thing that happened? Well, it happened and Earth is right next to Cybertron and its not .... Rodimus: decaying orbit or anything B l u r r: ... Earth didn't get destroyed? B l u r r: Wait, Earth is orbiting Cybertron now? Rodimus: /nods/ Yup~ B l u r r: / claws to helm/ Rodimus, why don't you just drain the planet to revive Cybertron?! Whirl: Well. B l u r r: / Exactly down Prime's route / Whirl: They doomed a whole planet and they wanna get on YOU for piracy? Wing: *blink* I'm sorry, I don't know what that is, but it must be something important to your world. Whirl: Typical Decepticon hypocrites. Hot Rod: ( hisses ) nobody is going to drain Earth Hot Rod: Not on my watch Jazz: It's kinda like our creator... sorta. B l u r r: Oh, not your earth. That's OUR Earth. Bevel: Is Earth Unicorn in your universe too? B l u r r: That slag doesn't exist in our universe. Rodimus: Because Cybertron doesn't just run on the ccore of other planets? Bevel: Unicron* even i can spell]] Whirl: Ours either, for the record, Bevel. B l u r r: We could use its resources, though... You. You could. Whirl: I mean you might as well, everyone on that Earth has to be dead already. Wing: Oh. *there it dawns on him. he looks Jazz up and down once* How fascinating. Jazz: *snort* Yeah, but I'm still me! Rodimus: I do! Thats what I'm tryin' to tell ya./looks at Whirl/ Everyone on that Earth is alive Whirl: How? Whirl: They lost their sun. They're orbiting Cybertron. Bevel: That must be really nice. Rodimus: Somethin' the 'bots from that universre did to protect the planet. Whirl: Hmm. Mark my words, it won't last. B l u r r: So, slow down. Rodimus: Don't ask me, I'm not Perceptor. B l u r r: You're telling me that Earth is orbiting... Cybertron. Whirl: They've already killed Earth. B l u r r: And the Decepticons want to waste their time chasing me? Rodimus: Yup~ Wing: I... *hand at his chin* I have so many questions, but I won't ask them right now. Whirl: Like I said: typical Decepticon hypocrites. Jazz: Whenever yah want to. I'm an open book. More or less. Bevel: *none of her questions have really been answered so she's just confused* Rodimus: How do I explain this....so many things happened when that Earth showed up. B l u r r: So Megatron and Starscream pulled you into the room where it happens... B l u r r: to tell me to give up. Rodimus: Slag no B l u r r: How do they know what I'm DOING? B l u r r: / blurr lol u killed thundertron / Rodimus: I'm not on speaking term with them like that. Rodimus: I don't know YOU tell me? Rodimus: Because they seem to be tracking you some how B l u r r: I mean, I'm doing scrap, but it's... not their business- B l u r r: / flares armor / I thought if I left the planet, they would leave me alone. Rodimus: Done anything interesting lately? B l u r r: ... Killed Thundertron. Rodimus: Ah... Drift: ... Isn't Thundertron ANOTHER pirate? Wouldn't the Decepticons be glad he's gone? Wing: Thank you. And please don't think that's one way. I can promise my life has been far quieter than that, but if you have questions... Whirl: Wasn't he some kind of pirate lord? Bevel: Yeah. Jazz: Oh, man. I would love to chit chat with yah B l u r r: Yes. But the Decepticons won't see it that way. B l u r r: They're gonna see it how Megatron saw Optimus... Whirl: wAS HE A 'cON? Whirl: ((whop. all caps)) B l u r r: / flicks finials/ Right, Rodimus? B l u r r: They see Optimus. Bevel: *was working for him lol* Rodimus: Yup Whirl: Wow. I... I can't believe it. Whirl: Blurr. B l u r r: What? Whirl: The decepticons are EVEN DUMBER in your dimension than in mine. Whirl: Never thought I'd see the day. B l u r r: / snort / B l u r r: / nudges Drift/ Still wanna roll with us? Wing: We will, certainly. But you... Your camp. What is it like? Rodimus: /pulls out a datapad to read/ Jazz: Well, currently, I'm camped out in the woods. Lotta trees. Drift: If the Decepticons are coming for you? Then I'm standing in their way. B l u r r: ... I'm almostflattered. B l u r r: / blinks/ They think of me as Optimus... B l u r r: / presses claws to chassis/ Me... the waste of space... as dangerous as my Master... Wing: I've heard of those. They're massive, aren't they? Bevel: You are not even a Prime though. Whirl: "Waste of space" is THEM talking, Teach. Jazz: Oh, yeah! Way massive! But, I guess everythin' is massive to me. I'm pretty short. Heh... Whirl: Don't give 'em the satisfaction of believeing them. Jazz: But, they got these huuuuge trees. Like canopies over my camp. Rodimus: Good luck with Megatron if ya meet him /scrolling through his pad/ Whirl: ((HOW DID I SPELL THAT SO WRONG)) B l u r r: ... Chances are I AM going to meet him. B l u r r: If they're chasing me. Wing: That sounds nice. Where I'm from, I'll be lucky to see the plant life growing half my height. I'd love to see that. Rodimus: You're going to die...if you guys fight... B l u r r: ... No, I won't. B l u r r: I can beat him. Rodimus: Yes you will. Rodimus: No you can't B l u r r: I can! Rodimus: How? B l u r r: / flares plating / I can beat both of them! Whirl: I wouldn't count Drift out. He's an idiot, but he can fight. Whirl: And, fighting 'Cons is what Wreckers do, so I think you might have some support from your new squad. Rodimus: /vents/ Have you fought Prime and won? B l u r r: I never wanted to fight him. Whirl: And your truly, of course, assuming I'm still around. Rodimus: Have you sparred with him? B l u r r: Will Megatron try to kill me if he comes for me? Rodimus: I doubt it. Not if you fight....wait Wrecker? B l u r r: ... Oh, yeah. B l u r r: Roadbuster made me a Wrecker- anywa. Bevel: I can help fight Megatron. B l u r r: Back to the important details. Are they hunting me to bring me in or to get rid of me? Rodimus: /looks at Blurr/ B l u r r: I need to know. Rodimus: /nah he's just staring how/ B l u r r: / looks at Bevel/ B l u r r: / looks at Rodimus / Well?? Rodimus: Wrecker...wait? /whispers/ Did you get married? B l u r r: .. .W-WHAT?! B l u r r: K-KYAHAHAHA WHAT? B l u r r: WHAT? NO. Jazz: 'Ey, maybe you can stop by sometime. My camp is safe. Whirl: *SNRK* Rodimus: SOOO You didn't get married...okay so...that means you were asked to join then? B l u r r: Yes... B l u r r: / wheeze / Rodimus: /need an inhaler?/ Bevel: You can marry into the wreckers? Rodimus: Huh... wow... Whirl: That's not how it worked where *I* came from, but who knows. B l u r r: ... /rubs face/ Rodimus. Drift: I'm pretty sure the Wreckers have a no married bots policy. B l u r r: My crew might be in trouble. Rodimus: What? Drift: Because of the death rate. B l u r r: I need to know what to expect. Bevel: Yeah. Whirl: Nah, I don't think they vet for that kind of thing. B l u r r: What did Megatron sa? B l u r r: say? Whirl: What I remember was, "you know what you're getting into." Whirl: They DO send you through psych eval, but that never stops anyone. Wing: *just quietly listening* I think... I will one day, if it's okay. *just to see* Rodimus: Ah well...off course he went into some long speech and then he said they'd send....whats thay combiner called? Jazz: Of course it's okay!! Jazz: I invite yah B l u r r: ... Combiner? B l u r r: / oh no... / Bevel: What kind of combiner? Whirl: Yeah. What's the name? Rodimus: Menasor! Yeah, those mechs. Said if you put up a fight he'd send them after you B l u r r: Menasor... Whirl: Well, Teach. Whirl: Just find out who makes up Menasor and kill em. Whirl: Or, at least, one of em. Rodimus: They're always together Bevel: Sniper. Rodimus: They don't come apart. Whirl: Always combined? B l u r r: / frowns and looks at the ground / Bevel: Really? B l u r r: Things don't work the same way in our universe. B l u r r: Just like Jazz and Ricochet.

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Whirl: Yep. They wanna do what they wanna do, even if it clashes with their so-called "ideals." Whirl: Decepticons are the same wherever you go. Drift: Why should they be scrambling for scraps at all? Wouldn't it make a lot more sense for them to just mind their own business? Drift: Unless somebody's been riling them up. *pointed look. does not trust rodimus.* B l u r r: / looking at the datapad. what is this / Rodimus: /just gonna lean against Blurr so he can enter the passcode to the pad/ Whirl: Anyway... if you don't think you have the ordinance to deal with a combiner, let me know, Teach. Drift: Same. Jazz: You know, help with anythin', man. Rodimus: That /the screen displayed Blurr's current location/ Is you, isn't it? Bevel: How big is Menasor? Drift: ... Let me know even if you DO think you can deal with a combiner. B l u r r: / frowns/ Yes... that's me. Whirl: Because I've got an idea. Whirl: And if it goes the way I THINK it might... they'll be nothing left of him. Not even a trace. Rodimus: Well its your ship but anyway. Thats how they're tracking you. B l u r r: ... They've been watching me since I left with the ship, haven't they? Wing: *help with anything*... *little smile, even if he doesn't quite feel all of it* You're very kind. Rodimus: Pretty much~ Jazz: Well, I don't know if you remember, but we were pretty cool. I'm down to be again. B l u r r: / scowling at the datapad/ Rodimus: Kinda how I found ya last time. They're the ones who gave it to me. B l u r r: Everywhere I've been. They've seen. / gripping datapad hard/ Rodimus: Starscream is determined after all/ B l u r r: / he's starting to crack the screen / Wing: I'm sorry. It'll come back to me, I'm sure. We will be again. B l u r r: Why are they telling YOU to tell ME? Jazz: Aw, no worries, man. We can work it out. Whirl: And, bevel--there's no way for me to say, but usually, they're very big. Rodimus: /is totally still leaning on Blurr/ ....I don't know. Whirl: Like... not necessarily METROTITAN big, but very, very big. B l u r r: ... /looks at Drift and Whirl. Then at Rodimus / Wing: *well now he knows why he and Jazz were friends at least, even if the connections aren't there* Thank you again. I mean that. Jazz: No worries. Thanks for hittin' up my comm again. Don't hesitate to call me. I'm always up. Whirl: *watching this scene unfold* Bevel: I met Devastator once. He was like a hundred feet tall. B l u r r: They know you didn't like Optimus, either. Wing: ((fusses!... which Jazz were you again? I'm following a few)) B l u r r: They're expecting you to ... to see me the same way they do. Jazz: [[ firstlieutenantjazz ] Whirl: yeah, that sounds about right. Whirl: Maybe even bigger. Wing: ((gjkajkfjdkafjkldfa okay!)) Rodimus: ......... You already know how I feel about that. B l u r r: / vents/ Yes, I know. Bevel: Need a really good plan to bring a bot that big down. Wing: Will do. B l u r r: But my friends... they'll do whatever they can to talk to them. Whirl: Yep. You do. B l u r r: I know you two won't believe them. /motions to whirl and drift/ B l u r r: But everyone else... Whirl: What? You mean if Megatron and Starscream call me up? Whirl: I will tell them exactly where to shove what they have to say. Drift: Oh, I'll listen to them. Drift: The same way I listened to Rodimus the last time he visited. Drift: *which is to say, listen only hard enough to shout down whatever slag they're spouting.* Rodimus: /that last visit left a bad taste his mouth. Everything just got worse afterwards/ Bevel: *prepared to just follow whatever Blurr's orders wind up being since this situation seems serious for what little of it she's managed to grasp* Wing: *trying to think on this so hard* Whirl: You got any other exciting news to impart? *to Rodimus* Rodimus: /Everything just feels weird and out of place and....its all Drifts fault for making him think about his feelings/ Drift: *success* Rodimus: /looks at Whirl/ Whirl: *looks back* Whirl: *blank, inscrutable stare* Rodimus: Well Thyristor was happy Blurr didn't throw up in him? Whirl: I have no idea who the hell that is. Drift: ... *looks at Blurr* Who's Thyristor? B l u r r: ...The shuttle. B l u r r: When I went to see Rodimus after last time. Whirl: Your shuttle's alive? Rodimus: The shuttle that carries shuttles Drift: Oh. Drift: Yeah, about that. Drift: *reaches around Blurr to awkwardly punch at Rodimus* That's for making him drink. Rodimus: Well Starfire is alive isn't he? Rodimus: omg Whirl: I guess. I don't keep up with the guy. Rodimus: Skyfire) Whirl: ((HEHE I FIGURED WHO U MEANT but i like to imagine DC starfire just. hangin)) Drift: ((the iconic duo: starfire and skyscream)) Bevel: [[omg Rodimus: (LMAO) Rodimus: /huffs/ Its not like I forced him to drink. Drift: Not buying it. B l u r r: We're getting off track. Whirl: *sticks his leg out the hammock, streetches, and then unfolds the rest of his bizarre gargantuan body out of there* Yeah. Whirl: They send any other threats with you? B l u r r: / sweats. He drank so much / Rodimus: /They were both wasted / Rodimus: Nope, just Blurr....I mean.../vents/ B l u r r: ... What? Whirl: *continues to stare* Rodimus: No threats or anything. Just this warning and Menasor. And.../sits up straight/ B l u r r: And? B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ He... encouraged drinking. Didn't exactly force it. Drift: Manipulation counts. Drift: Not all forms of force are physical. Rodimus: Of course of course, thank you teacher. Drift: I'm not talking to you. Rodimus: Yeah yeah. B l u r r: / vents and scrubs claw over face / Whirl: You're gonna get punched in the mouth someday. Whirl: ...unless Drift already punched you. Rodimus: Look Blurr /he stands to dig through his subspace to pull out a bottle/ Drift: Blurr keeps telling me not to attack him. B l u r r: ... / tense and ready to attack / B l u r r: What is it? Whirl: *aghast* Teach! Why? Drift: But I'm kinda hoping to catch him off the ship someday. Rodimus: I'd like to see you guys try....ANYWAY /everything in the bottle is squirming/ Wing: *hand to face, trying to think* Bevel: *giggles* Drift: *puts hand on sword handl—* Drift: *HE THINKS HE KNOWS WHAT THAT IS. DRAWS SWORD* What the HELL is that doing here?! Whirl: *stalks over and zoops his head right up to it, leaning over everyone like some horrid bird* What IS it? Rodimus: There's nothing wrong with it? Whirl: Are those worms? B l u r r: ... Are those scraplets? Bevel: *suddenly weapons drawn, stands up* Rodimus: Yes Rodimus: Ugh, why's everyone so tense? Drift: I knew it! You make all that talk and then you come here with a—a fragging—a jar full of sabotage! Whirl: *for the briefest moment, Whirl's antenna quirks forward and hois optic dilates, just a tad--but then he adopts a neutral expression again* Huh. B l u r r: No sudden movements. If you break the bottle, we're all screwed. Besides, our scraplets are different. Wing: *peers up again* What? Whirl: Are they trained? *swivels his helm towards Rodimus* Drift: *points sword at Rodimus* Get out of here, and take it with you. *is clearly not listening to Blurr.* Whirl: Pff. Teach, you say that like the sweet release of death is a BAD thing. Rodimus: Well you're screwed if you don't want them on you. /looks at Whirl/ No...they're ordinary scraplets. Whirl: So is this a bomb? You think this could get Menasor? *is probably one of the calmest people in the room right ow* Rodimus: /looks at Drift, non impressed/ Bevel: Ordinary scaplets eat living metal. Rodimus: No they don't. Drift: It's only living at the start. Whirl: Yeah. In our universe, a single scraplet--which is microscopic, can kill you. Bevel: They do in most of the universe I been too. B l u r r: Ours eat rust... Whirl: They're clever, too, the little buggers. B l u r r: among other things. Drift: ... Rodimus: What Blurr said Drift: *looks at Blurr* Yours do what now? B l u r r: Our scraplets eat rust. Bevel: Just rust? Whirl: So how is this in any way useful? *now zoops his helm over to Rodimus* Drift: ... uh. Wing: ... And what other things? B l u r r: To clear areas of rest, like the Rust Sea. Drift: What about the uh. Person under the rust? B l u r r: Oh, you know, dirty metals. Rodimus: They eat rust. They eat dead metal. B l u r r: They're like cleaner fish. B l u r r: They clean the tank Bevel: ... Whirl: So, they'd definitely hurt YOU, Teach. Bevel: Negative polarity universe. Drift: ... *sheepishly lowers sword.* B l u r r: They won't hurt me. I'm still half living. Rodimus: They die quickly at the same time. Whirl: But you're also half rust. Drift: *sheepishly puts away.* B l u r r: / vents/ What are you showing me these for? B l u r r: / patting Drift's back / Rodimus: The moment they are released they rust. Bevel: *will sit down a little awkwardly now* Drift: *mumble mumble* in MY universe they eat people. Whirl: Really? Damn. But that doesn't answer my question. B l u r r: / looks at Wing/ They eat rust the most, but like Rodimus said, dead metal and singed marks, scorches, the usual. Rodimus: /forgets that Cliffjumper logic is strong here/ Whirl: These things COULD hurt Teach. He never takes care of his damn self so he's half rust. How are they supposed to be useful at all to him? Drift: ... Maybe they'd clean the rust OFF him. Drift: I mean—I don't wanna try it, but. Whirl: If they did, half of his EVERYTHING would probably collapse. Rodimus: Scraplets aren't easy to get. Scraplets are pretty rare to see....I'm just....give Blurr this bottle for...whatever /mumbles/ Wing: *looking at Blurr again and... yeah, no kidding* Whirl: *puts his helm closer* To what? B l u r r: ... You're giving it to me? B l u r r: Why? Whirl: Seems like a thinly veiled threat to me. Rodimus: /moves away from whirls face/ Whirl: *streetches his neck* Whirl: *you cannot escape the bird head* Rodimus: /stahp/ Whirl: *not until you spill* Rodimus: /veeents/ I don't know...to congratulate you...I guess...its all I have or....whatever /he shoves teh bottle towards Blurr/ B l u r r: / takes the bottle and blinks / B l u r r: ... Thanks, Rodimus? Rodimus: /looks put out, but just nods/ B l u r r: / shifts and looks at the scraplets in the bottle / B l u r r: / shakes them up / Whirl: *gives Rodimus his personal space back* Rodimus: Ya know...we managed to figure out why the moisture kills them so fast... /thanks/ Whirl: Are... are scraplets some kind of traditional greeting? B l u r r: You did, huh? Whirl: Hey, don't SHAKE em, Teach. Jeez/ B l u r r: / settles and tucks the jar in his subspace/ Bevel: Ha, like bringing fancy energon to a party. Rodimus: No...like I said their just really really really really rare... Whirl: *was about to reach over and put his claw up to the bottle--oop, it's gone now* Whirl: *it's not like they would've done The Thing anyway& B l u r r: / vents and looks at the datapad again / Rodimus: /The datapad also contained info on Cybertrons current condition/ B l u r r: .. /scrolling./ Bevel: *relaxes a bit more now that the scraplets are out of site, even if they are other universe nice ones* B l u r r: So, you fix Cybertron and they sick their mechs on me. B l u r r: / scowls and just gets up. Tosses datapad aside/ Whirl: *well, there is othing left t be agitated about, or curious about, so it's time to skedaddle before he shows signs of weakness* Whirl: Ring me later, Teach. B l u r r: Oh, yeah, I'll comm you. Whirl: If you don't get this Menasor problem straightened out. Rodimus: /likes Whirl already but hes not saying that out loud. Nope./ Anyway... Whirl: *bobs his head, and turns to go* Rodimus: /he shrugs/ Thats Megatron for ya. Whirl: ((PFFT)) Rodimus: (xD) B l u r r: ... I'm gonna keep doing what I'm doing. B l u r r: / glances at Drift/ I'm gonna fight them. Both of them. All of them. Rodimus: /deflates a little at that/ B l u r r: If my crew wants to run, they can run. B l u r r: But my Prime did not teach me to run. I have a right to survive. Rodimus: /long pause of silence/ B l u r r: And I'll protect my crew. All of them. Drift: You've got my swords and my guns. Whirl: ((and my axe)) B l u r r: / smirks and thuds claw on chassis. U the best fam / Whirl: ((my figurative axe)) B l u r r: [[ OMG ]] Whirl: ((more like, "my plasma thrower" really(( Bevel: [[that's bevel's line Whirl: ((AND BEVEL'S AXE)) Drift: (("and my deedily-boppers")) Whirl: ((yes. and my deedly-boppers)) Whirl: ((nobody explain deedly-boppers, if u are unaware of what they are, let your imagination run wild)) B l u r r: [[ that sounds menacing ]] Wing: ... What do they gain from this? B l u r r: Who knows. They don't gain anything. Satisfaction? Bevel: And my axe. *not gonna miss this opportunity* Bevel: [[couldn't resist B l u r r: /snort / Rodimus: /is staring really hard at Blurr/ B l u r r: At least I've got you guys. Drift: Always. B l u r r: / looks at Rodimus / Bevel: *pleased* Wing: *watching Rodimus* Rodimus: /does the THING. He grabs Blurr and pulls him into a hug. And its a tight one./ You're an idiot, don't....don't die...alright? B l u r r: / oh my GOD / B l u r r: / awkward noise. What do i do with my arms / Drift: *HANDS. ON. SWORD. HILTS.* Rodimus: /pulls away and hold Blurr at arms length before handing him a small box./ Here I don't want this. Drift: *if rodimus makes the SLIGHTEST wrong move drift is cutting both arms off* B l u r r: / reaches up to lightly pat arms / B l u r r: What is this? Rodimus: Its Paradon. B l u r r: P-Paradon? Rodimus: /is serious/ Paradon B l u r r: But, Paradon is... it's huge. Drift: ... *raises hand* Rodimus: /shrugged/ Its huge and empty Drift: What's Paradon? B l u r r: ... This is the key..! Bevel: Yeah? B l u r r: / looks at Drift / Paradon is a prison... planet. B l u r r: It's a planet. B l u r r: But it doesn't activate or function without its key... Drift: ... So it's a trap. Cool. B l u r r: No no, its empty. Drift: No no, this, *circles his finger around the key* is a trap, for you, from Rodimus. Wing: Is this where things really have to go for this world? Bevel: Maybe he can trap someone else in it. Rodimus: Like I said /he looked at Drift, rather glared at him/ I don't want it! I don't need it! Drift: It's an empty shell designed to hold prisoners and the Decepticons are hunting you, do you think there's a chance in hell they won't be waiting for you to wander in and then slam the door shut? Drift: Yeah and THAT'S what I call an COVER STORY. I'm not buying it. It's a trap. Drift: ((... an cover story)) Rodimus: (pfft) Rodimus: Paradron* even Wing: ((of all the nights I picked to bring Wing back)) Drift: You shouldn't go there, Blurr. Rodimus: /releases a vent/ I don't want anything to do with that planet any more. Drift: Or at LEAST you should send someone else in first to make sure it isn't a trap set for you. Rodimus: /snorted at that/ Drift: Yeah you think that's funny? You think it's dumb to be suspicious of the guy who made multiple attempts on Blurr's life and had a bounty out for him? Frag off. Rodimus: If that's what you got out of that, then sure. Why not? B l u r r: ... /vents/ B l u r r: I'll keep the key. And I'll check it out when I have a spare minute. Rodimus: (Also I miss Roddys accent...just to lazy to type it out) Drift: Blurrrrrrrrr. Send. Someone. Else. B l u r r: We can talk it later. Drift: You can "check it out" AFTER you know it's not a trap. B l u r r: *about it later Drift: ... Yeah, fine. Wing: *still watching Rodimus* If you're not lying to him now, how do I speak with Megatron? Rodimus: /looked at Wing/ Why would you want to speak with Megatron? Drift: *looks at Wing as well. and he wishes there wasn't, but there's some suspicion in his optics.* Wing: *he's ignoring that* It doesn't matter. I'm not out to hurt him, if that's your concern. I'm not looking for a private meeting. Drift: Which "him"? Wing: Any him. Drift: Including Blurr? B l u r r: Mechs... the issues in my universe are carried over from our war. B l u r r: They don't like me. They never did. Rodimus: That transwarp of Earth destroyed several universes ya know /he sat down/ B l u r r: Okay, well, that wasn't entirely my fault. Bevel: *is gonna go now* Wing: *looks at Blurr. looks at Drift* I remember him as a friend. But this doesn't seem right. None of it. If Rodimus isn't lying, if he's not planning a trap, I'll speak with Megatron myself to confirm. Rodimus: (cya Bevel) Bevel: [later y'all Wing: ((niiight)) B l u r r: [[ night night ]] B l u r r: ... Forget it. B l u r r: I'll talk to Megatron myself. Rodimus: I really don't think talking to him is going to do anything... I think Rodimus: I think its more....ya know...doesn't want another Optimus to rise/ B l u r r: ...And who the frag does he think that is gonna be? B l u r r: I'm not grooming anybody. Drift: Blurr's not conquering, he's just pillaging. Wing: Even if that's true, even if I can't stop these two from tearing each other apart, what would it hurt, then, to let me speak with Megatron? Or Starscream? Wing: To this world, I'm no one. What's the harm? Drift: ... It might hurt Blurr, if they persuade you to turn against him. Drift: They're probably going to try to tell you that he's sick and damaged. That he needs to be fixed. And they might say that they, in all their compassion, can and will fix him if he's brought to them. Rodimus: /snickers/ I know what you're doin' but he's got his optics on you. Well, I can give ya the comm. channel for Starscream. Drift: And they're going to be very persuasive, because they're going to actually believe it. Wing: *that hurt. not that he'll show it* I won't fight. If anything, I'll try to ask you both not to fight. B l u r r: I don't want to fight them. Drift: Just promise me you won't let them persuade you that he needs to be fixed. Drift: Please. Wing: I'm glad you don't want to fight them. But you don't trust Rodimus and this may all be for nothing. I only want to talk to them. B l u r r: / looks at Rodimus/ Well, let him watch me. B l u r r: / looks at Wing/ I'm not saying don't talk to them. By all means, you're free to do whatever you like. But, I think I want to try talking to them, too. Just... try. It's not my strongest trait. K-Kyeh Rodimus: /looks at Blurr/ You still have to take that tracking device off you're ship, where ever its at. B l u r r: I'll find it. Wing: *looks at Blurr. he's trying so hard to remember it all, now more than ever* Okay. *and to Rodimus* The frequency is Starscream's? B l u r r: I'll have my crew start working on it... /mumbling and tapping datapad/ Rodimus: /gives him instructions on how to contact Star/ Good luck. Starscreams a big....softy so. You two seem like you'll get along. Wing: *taps that in. oh look at that. it was there all along* Fantastic. B l u r r: / looks at Drift/ I'm sorry. Drift: ... For what? B l u r r: It seems like my messes always end up dragging you in. Everyone in. /vents and just looks at datapad/ B l u r r: I can face them by myself if I have to. Drift: I volunteer for your messes. Drift: I like wading around in your messes. B l u r r: / snort/ You're so weird... /reaches out to pat his shoulder / Rodimus: /is getting tired he suddnely just starts missing his alternate for some weird reason/ ..... Drift: *crooked smile* I don't get a lot of excuses to— *Wing's still in the room* ... fight. B l u r r: / looks at Rodimus and vents slowly / Thank you. Rodimus. For warning me. B l u r r: What are you gonna tell Megatron? Rodimus: /nods and then shakes his head no/ Rodimus: You haven't exactly done anything to Cybertron at all so I don't care what you do B l u r r: .. Can you do one thing for me? B l u r r: / glances at Drift and then Rodimus/ Just one thing. Rodimus: /looks at Blurr/ ....Like what? Drift: Yeah? B l u r r: / looks at Drift and then Rodimus/ ... / points to Rodimus/ In Iacon... there's a building. B l u r r: It was never finished, but it was planned to be one of the tallest ones in the city. B l u r r: The site was closed off during the war and the architect designing it died before he could finish. B l u r r: ... Make someone finish it. Rodimus: /is listenting/ Drift: *... o-oh* Rodimus: /blinks/ Rodimus: Um...okay. I can do that. Shouldn't be hard really. Drift: *drift is totally cool and stoic and badass and absolutely not suddenly on the verge of tears* B l u r r: ... Please. / holds out datapad with the plans / B l u r r: Give this to whoever is constructing it. Tell them it has to be an icon of the city. Rodimus: With all the reconstruction going on now. /He takes the datapad looks at it and then Blurr/ .... Rodimus: /he nods/ Wing: *he used to understand this. now he's just this side of confused* Rodimus: /me subspaces the datapad/ Iacon is being rebuilt still, but I can give this to the bot in charge. B l u r r: ... Good. B l u r r: / glances to his vacant side and smirks. Mumbles and leans over slightly. Looks back at Rodimus/ Now... I have to find that tracker before they catch up Rodimus: /nods/ Yeah and I better go before Thyristor blows another fuse... Rodimus: (im hugry and sleepy...what a combination) Drift: ((the worst combination)) B l u r r: ... /vents/ B l u r r: / this is so stressful / B l u r r: / looks at Drift. / Are you okay? Drift: mfine. *he's not crying.* Wing: *should he be concerned?* B l u r r: ... What's wrong? B l u r r: Are you worried or something? Drift: no. *it was just. that's such a beautiful gesture. finishing dodge's building.* Drift: *he's tOUCHED* B l u r r: / uhm. reaches out to pat his shoulder / Dodge says to get yourself together. B l u r r: You can't /both/ cry. Drift: M'FINE. B l u r r: / snorts a little and leans over against him / Okay okay. Wing: *he's getting that feeling... like he should probably go now. party's over* I... Thank you for the movie. B l u r r: ... Sure thing. / lifts claw/ Come back again. Drift: Y-yeah. Thanks. Drift: I better—head back to the ship. B l u r r: / leans over and hugs Drift/ Drift: *hugs back tightly.* Wing: *out he goes* B l u r r: / waves to Wing / B l u r r: / hugs Drift tight / B l u r r: Dodge offers his hug, too. Drift: *mumbles* tell him im like, hugging him with my mind. my aura's hugging him. B l u r r: Kyeheh... of course. He knows. B l u r r: Do you think it's insulting that I asked? Drift: No. I think it's the nicest thing you could have done for Dodge. B l u r r: ... /smirks a little/ Good. I owed him, you see B l u r r: / pats Drift's shoulder/ I'll probably be busy for a while. So... I suppose you have your matters to attend to. I need to find this tracker before Megatron and Starscream find me. Drift: I can come help look for it once I'm done on the ship. B l u r r: Don't worry. If you're busy, I got it B l u r r: ... It's unsettling. But I have Paradron, too. Drift: I'm telling you, Blurr. Don't go there until you've had someone else check it out. Drift: I don't trust Rodimus's sudden about-face. He might be up to something and Paradron might be part of it. B l u r r: Perhaps... Drift: Don't bet your life on a perhaps. Send someone else to check first. B l u r r: I'll send NOS. Drift: Good idea. B l u r r: But, Drift, this might get bigger than I want it to. Drift: Just make sure you're in contact with him the whole time. If he runs into Decepticons or something, he might switch sides and spy on you. B l u r r: Maybe. We'll see. Drift: ... Decepticons are after you. I think it's already bigger than any of us want it to get. B l u r r: I mean bigger than that. B l u r r: If Megatron comes. Starscream. Menasor. It's my war. Remnants from MY universe. B l u r r: You guys don't have to be in it. Drift: I'm willing to make it my war, too. B l u r r: I know you are... B l u r r: But Megatron /is/ stronger than me. Drift: Megatron's stronger than everyone. I'm still willing to fight. B l u r r: If we lose, I could lose all of you. Drift: If you lose, you lose all of us anyway. B l u r r: ... That's not the point. If I lose me, it's just me. Drift: If you lose you, you can't know what happens to the rest of us anyway. Drift: And WE lose YOU. And we don't want that. B l u r r: It's a hard decision to make. But, regardless, someone is gonna come for me. B l u r r: I have no idea WHY. I have done nothing to them. B l u r r: Someone is salty. Drift: And I'm going to be standing between them and you. Period. B l u r r: You have to stand next to me. Because I won't move. B l u r r: If we're going to fight, we do it together as one crew. B l u r r: I don't need shields. Drift: ... Shhhhields might help. B l u r r: But not you. Not the crew. /reaches out and pats his helm/ We'll talk about this later. B l u r r: You have work to do and so do I. Drift: Yeah, okay. Later. B l u r r: / will do something stupid between now and then probably / B l u r r: / picks up the master key for Paradron / B l u r r: Good luck with your ship work. B l u r r: I'll be up all night if you want to talk. Drift: I've gotta sleep sometime tonight, it's been too long since I recharged. Drift: But I'll be back over here as soon as I can. Drift: ... Good luck with your... impending Decepticon invasion. B l u r r: Oh, it'll be fine. B l u r r: I haven't died this month, so I'm overdue. K-KYAAHAHA! / shrugs and starts walking out of the room/ B l u r r: Night! Sleep well! Drift: You know, you can lower your death quota! Like, once every two months would be peachy. Drift: Night, Blurr.

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