[RL with Eros]

[death_chopper]

((Backdated, probably to sometime around here. Also: NSFW.))

[Here's Blackout, out in the desert, alone. He is kinda grimy and probably a little sunburnt, but at least he's been hydrated and getting enough sleep to function properly.

Is miserable. Siiiiiiigh.]

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[revered_love]

[Dissssssolves in, sitting crosslegged, palming his cheek. Y halo thar, I herd u liek mudkips]

Horrible, isn't it?

[death_chopper]

[Good thing he's already sitting, or he probably would have fallen over!]

Who the slag are you?

[revered_love]

[D'awww, grins a bit, can't really help it]

Lets just say we share a similar distaste for someone. Figured I'd keep you company while you're... dying or wandering around or whatever.

[death_chopper]

Hnh. I don't need company. [Suspicious, innit, how looks off into the distance as he says that?]

[revered_love]

[Quite suspicious! Scoota-scoota. Closer, that's better.]

Hey now. You're in the middle of nowhere and you're stranded and no one seems to want to save you and there are possibly people on their way to kill you and a lot of Gods seem to be mad at you, potentially plotting your demise [breeeathe, sweet christian son!] and as a human you're pretty insignificant anyway and no one would know if you died out here and the animals of the desert are watching your every move-- believe me, I was one for a while-- and I think they want to wait til your too fatigued to protect yourself so they can eat you and you're probably feeling a lot of emotions and other things you're not entirely sure how to explain...

[Hand. on. knee. 'comforting' squeeze~]

The last thing you need is to be totally alone out here.

[death_chopper]

[Can't do anything but listen to that, of course. Does so with a faint look of distaste.]

[Faint look amplifies tenfold as he scrambles away from the touch. Not much of one for the touching, Blackout.]

Decepticons need no one.

[revered_love]

[Scoota scoota! Close again, but not touching! Patience is a virtue!]

You're not much of a Decepticon right now.

[pause]

More of a scrawny powerless human.

[.... Smile!]

[death_chopper]

[Willing to tolerate that, if only because you're almost definitely a god and he's going to try not to provoke you. If he can help it.]

So everyone insists on telling me.

[revered_love]

[Siiiigh. Not as planned. Time for plan too! Leans and grabs his face with one hand, puts on a mean face.]

Stop being so pathetic.

[death_chopper]

[If this were the Internet, he'd probably be keyboard smashing. Instead, just freezes.]

I am not pathetic.

[revered_love]

[Lets go and scowls]

Well you're acting pathetic. A pathetic human worm, just like what you hate.

You're no better than them.

[death_chopper]

[Rubs at the place Eros touched unconsciously]

What am I supposed to do, then, if this is so pathetic?

[Angry, yes, but might there be something plaintive in his voice too?]

[revered_love]

[Falls silent, frown twisting into a small, secretive smile. Ohoho.]

If I told you that, it'd be cheating.

[Long pause]

Unless you'd be up for an exchange. I may be able to... do something about your current condition.

[death_chopper]

[Regards Eros warily, face blank. Silent for a looooong time.]

...Exchange?

[revered_love]

Yes.

[Smile is now akin to something a tiger would show a deer]

An exchange.

[death_chopper]

[Still blank. Doesn't trust him, of course, but willing to listen.]

What sort of an exchange?