(CHEETOR REFUSES TO FIT WITHIN MILTONIAN BLANK VERSE. THIS IS A PROBLEM.) Cheetor sought him out, and pressed energon in his hands, and told him, "he'll be alright." "Hurm." Dinobot couldn't pace, not without knocking the kid aside, and taking his anger out on him would be wrong, no matter how annoying he was. And really, how could someone be irritating just standing there? At least someone who didn't really smell that bad? "You've come back in worse shape, actually, I'm pretty sure he's come back in worse shape," the kid babbled on. "And you really need to drink that, because if you don't, I'll be in worse shape." "Hurm," Dinobot said again. It was a good, non-committal sound. Calming, even, like Optimus had been when he had kindly ordered Dinobot to hand over Rattrap and cover their retreat. He hadn't wanted to, but Optimus could fly, and he couldn't, and Rattrap was damn near cut clear in half by Megatron's teeth, and still talking. "Give 'em hell f'r me," he'd wheezed. "See ya back at base." "I'm serious about the energon," Cheetor interrupted his musings. "Rattrap will kill me. Actually, he just said he'd make me wish I was dead, and I really don't think I want to know what he means by that because I'm pretty sure he means embarrass me to death, which is actually physically possible, at least according to Rhinox, and I don't think he'd lie about that even though I don't know how that would even happen-" "Aren't you supposed to be my spy?" Dinobot asked, mostly to stem the babbling. "You never had me sign an exclusivity contract," the kid said with the glibness of one who's practiced the phrase and doesn't know what half the words mean. "So now you're spying on me for the vermin." "Yep. And he said to tell you that it's all your fault because if you took care of yourself, he wouldn't have to." "Hurm." Cheetor smirked up at him, all confidence and optimism and the idiocy of youth, and with more than a little pride when Dinobot sipped from the cube. "I suppose he could have picked me a worse babysitter."
ARGH THAT SUCKS LIKE A THAI HOOKER ON RENT DAY. THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU INTERRUPT ME WITH QUESTIONS ABOUT SEX.
ANYWAYS.
Rhinox and Primal. Boring, but necessary, and I promised I wouldn't talk about Rhinox anymore, because we all know what I think of him.
Also, this chapter does not have near enough Rattrap.
Dinobot and Cheetor, eee! They are fast becoming my favorite Heterosexual Life Partners or Master And Apprentice or whatever the fuck they are.
Also, I love how Cheetor is nice to Dinobot so Dinobot is nice to him. So simple! So effective! So lack of raptor trying to kill you!
Cheetor demanding Dinobot Grow The Fuck Up And Stop Hiding is adorable. Cheetor in general is adorable. Even when he's trying to be a jerk.
And he brings out the cute in Dinobot. Eee!
...yeah, I give up on being coherent. You know what I mean.
Monosyllabic Dinobot is monosyllabic. Love that, and love Rattrap being snarky on the brink of death, because really, what's the point of getting bitten in half if he can't sic a raptor on the big purple bozo in revenge? Of course Cheetor is love, too, but you already knew that.
Ahh, boring necessity. The only thing keeping this fic from turning into a Maximal soap opera. I fear it's only delaying the inevitable, though. (Rhinox has no right to complain. He defeated Megatron by farting once. Anything I do to him will still be less humiliating and ridiculous than that.)
NEXT CHAPTER HAS RAT. LOTS OF RAT. I PROMISE.
I love interacting them. Whatever you call their dynamic, it's fun to watch. Cheetor seems to bring out the warrior's softer side (or at least his more tolerant side), while Dinobot brings out the sarcastic ass in Cheetor. It's awesome. I think DB will make a real soldier of the kid yet, since nobody else seems to bother, and he'd kind of like to have allies who can at least hit the broad side of a barn. (Who doesn't?)
Primal remains the Master of the fine art of Dinobot Wrangling, but Cheetor's a quick study. Not that it's spectacularly complicated, really. If you come to him looking for a fight, he'll give you one. If you don't, and if you're straightforward without being too pushy, it's amazing how much cooperation you can get. Really people, what's so hard? (Okay, so he'll still argue and insult you, but keep in mind what passes for friendly conversation with Predacons. At least he'll do what you're asking of him, even if he doesn't agree with it and insists on telling you so. Loudly.)
Cheetor's going to be adorable all his life. It's his curse. He's adorable even when he's acting grown up. Especially when he's acting grown up. Even Dinobot's not immune to his charm.
Coherent, you? That would mean you weren't thrilled silly over my writing. That'd be a disaster, it would. :P
Cheetor sought him out, and pressed energon in his hands, and told him, "he'll be alright."
"Hurm." Dinobot couldn't pace, not without knocking the kid aside, and taking his anger out on him would be wrong, no matter how annoying he was. And really, how could someone be irritating just standing there? At least someone who didn't really smell that bad?
"You've come back in worse shape, actually, I'm pretty sure he's come back in worse shape," the kid babbled on. "And you really need to drink that, because if you don't, I'll be in worse shape."
"Hurm," Dinobot said again. It was a good, non-committal sound. Calming, even, like Optimus had been when he had kindly ordered Dinobot to hand over Rattrap and cover their retreat.
He hadn't wanted to, but Optimus could fly, and he couldn't, and Rattrap was damn near cut clear in half by Megatron's teeth, and still talking.
"Give 'em hell f'r me," he'd wheezed. "See ya back at base."
"I'm serious about the energon," Cheetor interrupted his musings. "Rattrap will kill me. Actually, he just said he'd make me wish I was dead, and I really don't think I want to know what he means by that because I'm pretty sure he means embarrass me to death, which is actually physically possible, at least according to Rhinox, and I don't think he'd lie about that even though I don't know how that would even happen-"
"Aren't you supposed to be my spy?" Dinobot asked, mostly to stem the babbling.
"You never had me sign an exclusivity contract," the kid said with the glibness of one who's practiced the phrase and doesn't know what half the words mean.
"So now you're spying on me for the vermin."
"Yep. And he said to tell you that it's all your fault because if you took care of yourself, he wouldn't have to."
"Hurm." Cheetor smirked up at him, all confidence and optimism and the idiocy of youth, and with more than a little pride when Dinobot sipped from the cube. "I suppose he could have picked me a worse babysitter."
ARGH THAT SUCKS LIKE A THAI HOOKER ON RENT DAY. THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU INTERRUPT ME WITH QUESTIONS ABOUT SEX.
ANYWAYS.
Rhinox and Primal. Boring, but necessary, and I promised I wouldn't talk about Rhinox anymore, because we all know what I think of him.
Also, this chapter does not have near enough Rattrap.
Dinobot and Cheetor, eee! They are fast becoming my favorite Heterosexual Life Partners or Master And Apprentice or whatever the fuck they are.
Also, I love how Cheetor is nice to Dinobot so Dinobot is nice to him. So simple! So effective! So lack of raptor trying to kill you!
Cheetor demanding Dinobot Grow The Fuck Up And Stop Hiding is adorable. Cheetor in general is adorable. Even when he's trying to be a jerk.
And he brings out the cute in Dinobot. Eee!
...yeah, I give up on being coherent. You know what I mean.
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Ahh, boring necessity. The only thing keeping this fic from turning into a Maximal soap opera. I fear it's only delaying the inevitable, though. (Rhinox has no right to complain. He defeated Megatron by farting once. Anything I do to him will still be less humiliating and ridiculous than that.)
NEXT CHAPTER HAS RAT. LOTS OF RAT. I PROMISE.
I love interacting them. Whatever you call their dynamic, it's fun to watch. Cheetor seems to bring out the warrior's softer side (or at least his more tolerant side), while Dinobot brings out the sarcastic ass in Cheetor. It's awesome. I think DB will make a real soldier of the kid yet, since nobody else seems to bother, and he'd kind of like to have allies who can at least hit the broad side of a barn. (Who doesn't?)
Primal remains the Master of the fine art of Dinobot Wrangling, but Cheetor's a quick study. Not that it's spectacularly complicated, really. If you come to him looking for a fight, he'll give you one. If you don't, and if you're straightforward without being too pushy, it's amazing how much cooperation you can get. Really people, what's so hard? (Okay, so he'll still argue and insult you, but keep in mind what passes for friendly conversation with Predacons. At least he'll do what you're asking of him, even if he doesn't agree with it and insists on telling you so. Loudly.)
Cheetor's going to be adorable all his life. It's his curse. He's adorable even when he's acting grown up. Especially when he's acting grown up. Even Dinobot's not immune to his charm.
Coherent, you? That would mean you weren't thrilled silly over my writing. That'd be a disaster, it would. :P
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