[NaDraWriMo] This is starting to get rather draining.
Alright, so here's some more babbly fic stuff.
Blackguard takes a long slurp of his drink before slamming it down on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and glancing towards the door, watching his commander march out the door.
"Y'know, she's a great commander, but I don't get why everyone's all over Chromia. I mean, seriously, have you seen her face?"
Blackguard's companion Lightline raises an eyebrow and sips at his own energon before replying.
"You mean you hadn't noticed?"
"Noticed what?"
The grass green mech smiles and steeples his fingers, clearing his throat with a cough before he starts on his lecture.
"There's a lot you could say about the virtues of a pretty face and, you're right, Chromia truly does not possess one. Her nose is a tad too wide, her lips just slightly too thin, and the scar that runs down the curve of her jaw doesn't help much."
"Yeah yeah, I knew that already, rustbucket. Stop being all teacherly! I'm not one of your students y'know. I'm just a soldier."
Blackguard rolls his eyes and, in response, Lightline sighs.
"I'm setting up the background, heathen, and I'm not done talking either. Now, if you ask anyone who knows her, all of them would deem her one of the most alluring women that they know. Why?"
Lightline grins and spreads his hands wide.
"Chromia's allure is that of the head-strong woman, her beauty evident simply because she wills it into existence through belief and a strong sense of self."
Blackguard gives Lightline a completely blank look.
"What."
"Simply put, upon meeting Chromia, it's not her face that draws the eye."
Lightline grins and draws little patterns in the air with his index finger, obviously daydreaming.
"It's the slow ripple of her laugh, the confident set of her shoulders, the sultry swing of her hips each time she takes a step! Hers may not be the face that would launch a thousand ships, but upon watching her walk down a hallway, an entire country could be persuaded to take up arms and battle! She is, in all honesty, a true mature woman, not some self-absorbed twit whose only concerns are the shine of her plating."
Blackguard rubs his chin thoughtfully.
"Huh. Never saw it that way."
"That is because you, my dear friend, are shallower than a plate, whereas I am one of the enlightened."
Blackguard shrugged.
"Pfft. Yeah, whatever... hey, speakin' of Chromia, though, did I tell you about the urge fight she got into yesterday with Ironhide?"
"No! Do tell!"
"Well, it goes like this..."
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Blackguard takes a long slurp of his drink before slamming it down on the table and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and glancing towards the door, watching his commander march out the door.
"Y'know, she's a great commander, but I don't get why everyone's all over Chromia. I mean, seriously, have you seen her face?"
Blackguard's companion Lightline raises an eyebrow and sips at his own energon before replying.
"You mean you hadn't noticed?"
"Noticed what?"
The grass green mech smiles and steeples his fingers, clearing his throat with a cough before he starts on his lecture.
"There's a lot you could say about the virtues of a pretty face and, you're right, Chromia truly does not possess one. Her nose is a tad too wide, her lips just slightly too thin, and the scar that runs down the curve of her jaw doesn't help much."
"Yeah yeah, I knew that already, rustbucket. Stop being all teacherly! I'm not one of your students y'know. I'm just a soldier."
Blackguard rolls his eyes and, in response, Lightline sighs.
"I'm setting up the background, heathen, and I'm not done talking either. Now, if you ask anyone who knows her, all of them would deem her one of the most alluring women that they know. Why?"
Lightline grins and spreads his hands wide.
"Chromia's allure is that of the head-strong woman, her beauty evident simply because she wills it into existence through belief and a strong sense of self."
Blackguard gives Lightline a completely blank look.
"What."
"Simply put, upon meeting Chromia, it's not her face that draws the eye."
Lightline grins and draws little patterns in the air with his index finger, obviously daydreaming.
"It's the slow ripple of her laugh, the confident set of her shoulders, the sultry swing of her hips each time she takes a step! Hers may not be the face that would launch a thousand ships, but upon watching her walk down a hallway, an entire country could be persuaded to take up arms and battle! She is, in all honesty, a true mature woman, not some self-absorbed twit whose only concerns are the shine of her plating."
Blackguard rubs his chin thoughtfully.
"Huh. Never saw it that way."
"That is because you, my dear friend, are shallower than a plate, whereas I am one of the enlightened."
Blackguard shrugged.
"Pfft. Yeah, whatever... hey, speakin' of Chromia, though, did I tell you about the urge fight she got into yesterday with Ironhide?"
"No! Do tell!"
"Well, it goes like this..."
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