Comettor gives a temperamental snort and then turns and runs back further into the room, his advance soon followed by a Jetfireish yelp and groan.
Then the red Minicon comes back, still exhibiting every sign of bad mood as he looks up at his host. [They're both awake now.]
[Comettor, come back here and help me, this joint is twisted all out of shape, and he'll be even less use than usual without his slagging head,] calls another little Minicon voice from somewhere under one of the pieces of furniture.
Comettor grumbles and looks toward it. [Give me a click, Airazor, it's Smokie.]
"Do I wanna know how Airazor got in here last night?" asks Jetfire groggily as he sits up on the couch and looks under it. "Whoa, what the heck did you guys do to Rollbar??"
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Then the red Minicon comes back, still exhibiting every sign of bad mood as he looks up at his host. [They're both awake now.]
[Comettor, come back here and help me, this joint is twisted all out of shape, and he'll be even less use than usual without his slagging head,] calls another little Minicon voice from somewhere under one of the pieces of furniture.
Comettor grumbles and looks toward it. [Give me a click, Airazor, it's Smokie.]
"Do I wanna know how Airazor got in here last night?" asks Jetfire groggily as he sits up on the couch and looks under it. "Whoa, what the heck did you guys do to Rollbar??"