Seems like there's no such thing as a break around here!
*Following recent events, Scourge has retrieved his line commander and closest friend, who is still recovering from a hangover, a fit of jealousy and an unfairly long time spent dealing with other people's lack of tact, and it's amazing what you can get away with in high orbit when nobody is monitoring - after all, who watches the watchman?*
*two shapes twisted together, twilight colours glistening darkly in Charr's pitifully dim moonlight* *pale-violet fingers tighten hard on the curve of a shadowy wing; and in answer razor nails rake the other's back, the bright sound of metal on metal giving way to a screech as claws find cockpit glass* *the paler one cries out and throws his head back, white throat heedlessly bared to the watching skies and the dark head that bends to kiss and then to bite...*
*...which is the exact moment at which one of them gets hailed on the radio, because the universe is unjust like that.*
*Scourge blinks, gasping, shaking his head, thrown completely off (especially in the context!) by the sound of Galvatron's voice in his head* /A-wha? Mighty Galvatron, what's, er, what's going on?/
*two shapes twisted together, twilight colours glistening darkly in Charr's pitifully dim moonlight* *pale-violet fingers tighten hard on the curve of a shadowy wing; and in answer razor nails rake the other's back, the bright sound of metal on metal giving way to a screech as claws find cockpit glass* *the paler one cries out and throws his head back, white throat heedlessly bared to the watching skies and the dark head that bends to kiss and then to bite...*
*...which is the exact moment at which one of them gets hailed on the radio, because the universe is unjust like that.*
*Scourge blinks, gasping, shaking his head, thrown completely off (especially in the context!) by the sound of Galvatron's voice in his head* /A-wha? Mighty Galvatron, what's, er, what's going on?/