Two jets walk into a park...

[panphobiac]

WHO: TFA Skywarp and Thundercracker, a surprise Graham.
WHERE: some relatively safe/open area not too far from zone 7.
WHEN: After this.
WHAT: Skywarp is still happily intoxicated from drinking 'normal' energon, TC somehow agreed to accompany him on a stroll to explore the surroundings, and Graham has their coordinates... and apparently wants to

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[robotic_adonis]

Thundercracker isn't in the best of moods. First Skywarp turns up drugged out of his processors, then he gets lectured by some outdated cassette player that he is an insufficient protector to the aforementioned drugged mech. As if Skywarp deserves his time, let alone protection! Though he DOES feel like he must commit to such a chore, since thus-far the purple jet is his only follower (with the rest of the universe sure to follow in only a matter of time!) and it would damage his reputation if he were to offline, even if through his own foolishness.

So he finds himself here, aimlessly wandering to keep Skywarp entertained, and away from that Soundwave character that kept slandering his good name. Originally he was willing to embark on the pointless quest out of boredom and small hopes that a Skywarp with a more developed warping system might actually be a useful Skywarp, but now it was out of pride and obstinate will to prove Soundwave wrong. He is a better mech in every way than the pitiful Decepticon agent, and could easily prove

[panphobiac]

Obviously, Skywarp didn't know or guess at the other's inner turmoil and intricated meditations, simply following him with uncharacteristical spring in his step.

"This place is nice," he observed in a bubbly voice, gesturing towards an entirely unimpressing, small clearing amidst some rubble. "I must remember it."

Data streamed on his screens as he offlined his optics for a moment, clumsily making a note of the coordinates and reaching for his fellow's arm to halt him in his tracks. "Are you having fun, TC?" He inquired, so cheerfully it was almost creepy.

[robotic_adonis]

Thundercrakcer was knocked out of his reveries by the direct question, too preoccupied to even harass his clone brother for touching him. Not to mention the constant use of the nickname. "Hmm? Yes. This is the epitome of fun and exactly how I like to spend my time. Wandering around acting as your guard-dog. This night could only get better if fleshies intervened," he said, sneering at the mere mention of the organic, flightless creatures. He considered demeaning Skywarp a bit to cheer himself up, but decided it was pointless when the dolt wouldn't let it get to him with his current happy-go-lucky attitude. Instead he just kicked some of the ugly rubble into Skywarp's path in hopes he'd trip on it.

The surroundings were bleak and humorless to match his mood, in sharp contrast to the sunshine and happiness exploring beside him.

[panphobiac]

Skywarp nodded happily, the heavy sarcasm flying right over his head like a mech with their same alt-mode would.

Hopping slightly to the side, he tugged at the blue jet's arm again, pointing at the ground. "Careful, TC, if you do that, you might trip on it!" He said, with a little too much emphasis.

He tilted his head to the side to better inspect Thundercracker's expression, his own optics round, wide and scrutinizing. He could sense, with his sharp wits, that the jet wasn't quite as enthused as he was with their little outing. He wondered if he should stop staring and say something along the lines of 'cheer up'.

[robotic_adonis]

Gritting his teeth at the black jet's obliviousness, he took longer than it normally would have to notice the intense stares.

"What," he demanded, "Are you looking at?"

[panphobiac]

"You seem angry," Skywarp responded, lifting a claw to point at his companion's face. He caught himself, shaking his head. "I mean angrier than usual. Troubled-angry."

He pursed his lip components, tutting softly. "You should be more relaxed. Look at me! I'm happy."

A seraphic smile (slightly stupid, and considerably dazed) spread on his faceplates. "Because it's a lovely day!"

He leaned in to press a drunken little smooch on the blue jet's frowning lips, an instinctive gesture he vaguely remembered seeing some small organic do.

[robotic_adonis]

Wringing his hands was all he could do to stop himself from shooting Skywarp in the face.

"W...

WHAT WAS THAT?!" Making a big show of it, he wiped off his lips vigorously with a hand. "Did you just...show some sort of human affection towards me?! Gaaah! You're unbelievable! You...How dare you disrespect your better in such a deplorable way!"

Thundercracker stomped away in a huff, only to turn around and stomp back.

"YOU ARE CRAZY. Whatever you foolishly drank is affecting you more than anyone could imagine!"

[panphobiac]

Skywarp pouted, looking vaguely confused (with just the smallest hint of hurt hidden in the minor drooping of his wings). He hadn't meant anything by it, why was TC so irritated?

"Sorry, TC," he meekly said, lowering his gaze to the tip of his own feet. "Organics seem to be cheered up by that. And you looked so glum."

[robotic_adonis]

After squeezing his temple for a few moments and attempting to manually delete the memory files through sheer willpower alone (perhaps in part because it wasn't as disgusting as he made it out to be?), he regarded Skywarp with a controlled look.

"Let us just...never bring this up again. Yes, that's best; if we pretend this didn't happen."

"While your attempts to cheer me up are admirable (as it is one of your duties to keep me happy), you should look into alternate methods, such as bowing, or swearing loyalty. Humans are not a breed of creature to model yourself after by any means."

[panphobiac]

Skywarp shrugged, slightly dejected. "Okay." He wasn't a huge fan of human custom, after all. His knowledge was minimal and he was usually too afraid of organics to expand it.

He tried to bow as instructed, giggling with renewed good humor while at it, but something seemed to be slightly off with his equilibrium chip. He swayed, staggered, and stood upright again.

"I'm not good at this bowing business," he chuckled, waving a hand.

[robotic_adonis]

Thundercracker tsk'd a the giggling, but mentally preened at the bowing nonetheless.

"There are many things you aren't good at. You're a follower, Skywarp, not a leader. Never forget that. Now, are you done gathering data on this area? I will lead us to a new one, if you are."

[mywrenchsaysyes]

     It was fairly simple to locate the area given him, or at least the general idea. Graham simply had to follow the directions displayed for him, and if he were to stop and consider how he'd find his way back, well, he wouldn't worry too much. Being lost was only a relative thing, and so long as the mechanic didn't have somewhere to be, then he couldn't consider himself lost, now could he

[panphobiac]

Airheaded as he was at the moment, Skywarp had almost forgotten they were followed, or at least supposed to be. In any another situation, he'd have panicked, but this time he was relaxed enough to take the novelty in stride.

He didn't flinch at the sight of the tiny organic approaching them, merely squinting to better focus his optics on him and the... weapon? Usually he'd think so, now he dismissed it as a peculiar tool.

With a careful glance in Thundercracker's direction, almost apologetic, he stepped forward to meet the fleshling (and what a surprise would that have been to anyone who knew him!).

"Hello, Mr. Wrench Org- Graham," he dutifully greeted, his processor surprisingly supplying the correct designation at the right time.

Curiously, he bent a little forward to inspect the human, displaying no visible sign of fear.

[robotic_adonis]

"What. Is that.

Just when I convinced myself you couldn't possibly make a greater disgrace of yourself, you start to conspire with organics. Why are you greeting this thing, instead of proving your superiority as a member of the Cybertronian race and deactivating it with your pede?"

Thundercracker spared Graham barely a glance, almost as if it deserved not so much as a glare from the Great and Majestic Thundercracker. Instead he seethed at Skywarp, waiting for an answer from someone he deemed worthy (though not for long, if this behavior kept up).

((OOC: not that Skywarp has to be the one to answer, that's just what would enrage TC the least.))

[mywrenchsaysyes]

     The mechanic chuckled, resting the over-sized tool over his shoulder as he nodded an acknowledgment towards Skywarp. Not that he wasn't already aware of how big they should be, but finally meeting the normally jittery Decepticon in person made it seem even more ridiculous at how he had acted over mere communications. "Hey, yourself. You really aren't yourself, are you?" he observed, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Thundercracker received a glance and a slight smirk, but other than that, Graham didn't seem very put off by the other's words. "What- that's a little rude! But I guess you'd consider us humans nothing but vermin plaguing your little metal world!" He tilted his head, turning his attention to the other. "You're the one he referred to as TC, right? You're about as friendly as the other ones I've met." He shrugged. "But then why shouldn't he greet me- he invited me, after all!"

[panphobiac]

Skywarp waved a hand in Graham's direction, as if wordlessly telling him to wait a moment, before addressing his fellow clone.
"I, um, more than invited- he seemed eager to see more Cybertronians, so I thought... why not?" He smiled a tad helplessly. "He doesn't seem dangerous or hostile, see? It could be interesting. He seems understanding, and at least he's not screaming."
He threw the human a pleading sideglance, as he added: "I'm sure he won't bother you at all! No need to squish him so soon, right? We could see what he has to say for himself! Please, TC?" He leaned in with the most hopeful expression he could muster.