Nexus. A couch little ways from the sign. Furniture vengeance

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Blackout finishes charging and unplugs herself from the sign, noting that the hole that Hormah made in it the other day is gone already without a trace.

Thinking of the hole reminds her of Ro-tor, which makes her chuckle as she remembers just how tanked nearly everyone at the Megastar was when they finished partaking of the gifts she'd brought them. Mega-octane had been oddly adorable as he cheerfully hummed to himself.

-Adorable.- She wanders away from the sign, absently kicking over a hot dog stand and shouldering aside a large Autobot on her way to a big couch she can see in the distance. As she goes she makes sure that Scorponok is happily doing something non-lethal, then lets her thoughts go to a certain black mech that she'd met a few weeks before.

-Yes, he is. But the dreams seem to have stopped. Probably just as well.-

Rumbling irritably, she settles onto the couch and leans back comfortably as she wishes, just a little bit.

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"Like I says, t' dirtbag's too busy pukin' t' care about anythin', if that there last dream's right."

Then she shakes her head. "He slaggin' made us, b'y. 'Course he's interested."

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

"Hnh." Skywarp scowls. "Don't give me that speech. Being interested isn't the same as being involved. I don't buy that Primus has nothing better to do than play mind games with a couple of Decepticons who aren't even doing anything important."

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She shrugs and focuses on scratching her back.

"Oh yeah, did ye know ye could scan Minicons fer alt modes, b'y?"

[agent-skywarp.livejournal.com]

He gives her an odd look. "What?"