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[random_xtras]

Blackout looks a little sullen today, and there is another robot, only sixteen foot tall, standing at her side as she leans absently against the sign. The short one has a sharp, mischievous air to him, and also a wonder as though he's looking at the world for the very first time

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[dens_extra_pups]

"A few times. And Requiem gets bonus points for the '300' reference." Den grins up at Blackout from where she's parked in a beanbag chair.

[random_xtras]

"Requiem's going to get a rocket to the head if he doesn't drop it." Blackout scowls back at the organic woman.

[dens_extra_pups]

Blackout, Den has faced the wrath of an angered redheaded woman. You are not nearly as scary as you think.

"Anyways... My mother. She means well when she gives me clothes she doesn't want, but she never takes into consideration that she and I have very different tastes and that I'm about four inches taller than her. Most of what she wears are things that are too small for me, or are things I will never willingly wear. This is a fairly regular occurance."

[random_xtras]

"Hrrrm." Blackout sort of quarter listens as she eyes the spot that Requiem just peeked around at her.

[swindle_blitz]

"Well, sometimes I felt that when being given as a gift, at least at first," Swindle says with a smirk, "...and you so know Blitzwing would have done the same thing there..."

[random_xtras]

Blackout's expression softens at sight of her small friend. "I've been waiting form him to show up and do it."

[swindle_blitz]

"He probably doesn't know there's a Sparta here," Swindle says, "Or he would have. Or at least be rolling on the ground laughing."

[random_xtras]

"That would be more amusing than Requiem's idiocy." She glowers at her usual serious and dutiful eldest son as he peers around a building and grins at her.