Air Man's eye twitched. For a moment, it looked like he was about to snap back at Metal, but--
"Can't be helped, Metal," Air retorted after a beat. "It was just a matter of time before the sissy finally started looking up to me." He gazed mock-dramatically out the window, looking as hard-boiled as a giant fan can possibly be. "I'm just that freakin' awesome."
Fluffy looked Air up and down. "Yeaaaaaaah-NO. I don't think so Gillcheeks. It's more likely Drills has some weird subconscious commitment problem and since he knows you will never return the feelings, you're the perfect one to go after now."
Crash's reaction was quick, and angry, as he kicked at Fluffy and growled.
"All of you are stupid, it wasn't that!" Everyone should be glad he's not armored, or else there would be a crash bomb or two thrown about. "And why's the stupid rabbit here instead of Quick?"
Small puffs of steam trailed from Air's gill-cheeks as he snorted and rolled his eyes at Fluffy. "Pfft, doesn't explain why he still hides under the bed crying whenever I walk by," he muttered.
He turned back towards Crash, and pointed a finger at him. "Hey, YOU'RE the one who's sleep-talking and passing out and dumb shit like that." Air shrugged. "... AND you just kicked Quick's favorite ventriloquist prop," he added.
Fluffy yelped as he was kicked off the bed. Pulling himself back up, he put his paws on his hips and glared at the other two Robot Masters before giving Crash a look.
"Speedy isn't here because you've been pushing him away so he thinks you don't want to see him anymore. He's paying me in cake to watch over you and make sure you get better."
"And if your dream wasn't that, then what was it?"
Air rolled his eyes again. "Only in your dreams, Crash. Only in your dreams." Just as long as Crash didn't decide to pull what Quick did to Flash, of course-- though if the sissy really DID decide to turn sadist on Air, then there'd be bigger things than his own health to worry about.
... oh, speaking of health. "So why the freakin' hell made you go without rest for two freakin' weeks!?" Air suddenly growled, raising his voice slightly.
"Oh, hm, okay." The digimon seemed happy with that answer. Then he sighed, both at Crash asking for Quick and Air's question. "Hold that thought. I'll get him. Lets see if we can have one conversation without a fight breaking out."
Bouncing off the bed, and making a grab for Metal's magazine, Fluffy called downstairs for Quick, who took no time at all to get up them. He still stayed outside of the doorway however.
"Why do you care?!" Crash snapped at Air, after saying a quick thanks to Fluffy for well... Calling Quick.
But the snappishness is going to be gone quickly since he actually looked over at Air now and suddenly thought better of not actually giving the older robot an answer. "I was looking for someth--one, and I guess I just kinda forgot. Who cares? I'm fine now."
Upon Quick's arrival, and Crash finishing talking, Metal stood up and crossed his arms.
"Okay, Crash is in 'angsty and not giving us the full story mode,'" said Metal. "So that's why I'm instituting the following policy."
He walked over to the side of the room, and... started writing on a chalkboard. Yes, he'd wheeled that in last night.
"E-tanks are going to be rationed out. For everyone. And furthermore, recharge cycles WILL be enforced, under penalty of Tankmon shooting you in the face."
And Metal kept ranting, writing and laying out the schedule..
And he pretended he didn't hear the part about Air Man.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, dingus."
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He was in the process of giving Crash a disbelieving flat-eyed stare. "Well, good freakin' morning to you too, sunshine," he muttered.
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"Drills is up! I get cake!" Then he winked. "Don't worry, I won't tell Speedy anything about what you were saying~"
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"Good morning? Uh, glad I'm not on the streets of Tetha and uh... I said something?"
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"Can't be helped, Metal," Air retorted after a beat. "It was just a matter of time before the sissy finally started looking up to me." He gazed mock-dramatically out the window, looking as hard-boiled as a giant fan can possibly be. "I'm just that freakin' awesome."
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"All of you are stupid, it wasn't that!" Everyone should be glad he's not armored, or else there would be a crash bomb or two thrown about. "And why's the stupid rabbit here instead of Quick?"
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Metal was still reading his magazine.
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He turned back towards Crash, and pointed a finger at him. "Hey, YOU'RE the one who's sleep-talking and passing out and dumb shit like that." Air shrugged. "... AND you just kicked Quick's favorite ventriloquist prop," he added.
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"Speedy isn't here because you've been pushing him away so he thinks you don't want to see him anymore. He's paying me in cake to watch over you and make sure you get better."
"And if your dream wasn't that, then what was it?"
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"I was kicking Air's ass, it was awesome." And then he went and changed the subject. "And I want Quick here! Go get him!"
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... oh, speaking of health. "So why the freakin' hell made you go without rest for two freakin' weeks!?" Air suddenly growled, raising his voice slightly.
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Bouncing off the bed, and making a grab for Metal's magazine, Fluffy called downstairs for Quick, who took no time at all to get up them. He still stayed outside of the doorway however.
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But the snappishness is going to be gone quickly since he actually looked over at Air now and suddenly thought better of not actually giving the older robot an answer. "I was looking for someth--one, and I guess I just kinda forgot. Who cares? I'm fine now."
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"Okay, Crash is in 'angsty and not giving us the full story mode,'" said Metal. "So that's why I'm instituting the following policy."
He walked over to the side of the room, and... started writing on a chalkboard. Yes, he'd wheeled that in last night.
"E-tanks are going to be rationed out. For everyone. And furthermore, recharge cycles WILL be enforced, under penalty of Tankmon shooting you in the face."
And Metal kept ranting, writing and laying out the schedule..
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