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Wednesday, 28 January 2009 01:33 am “How is it,” he wondered, not looking up from what he was doing, “that you manage to get so filthy just out on the beat?”
“Riot control,” she corrected, lifting a finger and ambling to his side, arms drooping tiredly, feet dragging. Her previously clean paintwork was crisscrossed with a vibrant plethora of coloured paint-transfers, all the way from reds and purples to great plaques of green and black and silver. “What I was designed for, remember?”
“No-o, it’s what you threw yourself into because you were scared of not being as clever as Vector. Which, I should add, was a fairly silly thing to do, because you’re as clever as each other.”
“Meaning ‘neither of us are’?” She sagged to the floor next to his seat and let her head flop into his lap. “It’s okay. I know I’m stupid. I just… have smarts where they count, or some old smelt like that.”
“Well you better not get any of your dirt on me,” he threatened, amusedly, knowing it was a lost cause arguing over whether or not she was clever, and ran his fingers along her kinked antennae; he was of the increasing opinion she bashed them around on purpose, now, just to get him to straighten them again. It was like the way Skywarp would deliberately scuff dirt into inaccessible places across the back of his wings, so he'd just be forced to get help to clean them.
“Would I dare?”
“Would and have,” he agreed. “Now shush before I shush you.”
She smiled and offlined her optics, curling an arm forwards around his legs, and by the time he’d finished the last few pieces of documentation her vocaliser was already humming softly in recharge.
“Riot control,” she corrected, lifting a finger and ambling to his side, arms drooping tiredly, feet dragging. Her previously clean paintwork was crisscrossed with a vibrant plethora of coloured paint-transfers, all the way from reds and purples to great plaques of green and black and silver. “What I was designed for, remember?”
“No-o, it’s what you threw yourself into because you were scared of not being as clever as Vector. Which, I should add, was a fairly silly thing to do, because you’re as clever as each other.”
“Meaning ‘neither of us are’?” She sagged to the floor next to his seat and let her head flop into his lap. “It’s okay. I know I’m stupid. I just… have smarts where they count, or some old smelt like that.”
“Well you better not get any of your dirt on me,” he threatened, amusedly, knowing it was a lost cause arguing over whether or not she was clever, and ran his fingers along her kinked antennae; he was of the increasing opinion she bashed them around on purpose, now, just to get him to straighten them again. It was like the way Skywarp would deliberately scuff dirt into inaccessible places across the back of his wings, so he'd just be forced to get help to clean them.
“Would I dare?”
“Would and have,” he agreed. “Now shush before I shush you.”
She smiled and offlined her optics, curling an arm forwards around his legs, and by the time he’d finished the last few pieces of documentation her vocaliser was already humming softly in recharge.