[ Video / Open Commentlog ]
[The video function flickers to life as the communicator bounces off the ground with a clunk; Prime appears to be in one of the upper levels, looking distinctly... off. He sways slightly as he looks around for the source of the noise, before noticing the communicator on the ground. Blinking blearily, he reaches to pick it up and misses his mark. And then again.
He laughs to himself, perhaps a bit too exuberantly over something so mundane - but that could have a lot to do with the amount of Energon he'd had pushed on him by a certain Spider-bot.
Overcharge was not a state that Prime was used to, considering what a straight-laced boy scout he'd been in his Academy days. He'd had one or two shots on occasion, but flat out drunk? This was entirely new.
After Blackarachnia had left the room, he'd managed to clumsily slip out of her borrowed abode, but didn't make it very far - Walking home had not been on of his brighter ideas.
Whoops?]
He laughs to himself, perhaps a bit too exuberantly over something so mundane - but that could have a lot to do with the amount of Energon he'd had pushed on him by a certain Spider-bot.
Overcharge was not a state that Prime was used to, considering what a straight-laced boy scout he'd been in his Academy days. He'd had one or two shots on occasion, but flat out drunk? This was entirely new.
After Blackarachnia had left the room, he'd managed to clumsily slip out of her borrowed abode, but didn't make it very far - Walking home had not been on of his brighter ideas.
Whoops?]