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Who Skyfur and Soundwaff.
What Skyfire got his job! He finally gets to put in his notice at the Public Transit Center. He decides to get some wine to celebrate. Soundwave decides the wine is sub-par. This log will end uncomfortably, and not in the good way.
Where Skyfire and Soundwave's apartment. Later a questionable bar of Soundwave's choosing.
When Friday night.
Warnings Fucking hilarity. Some pretty severe ho-yay as expected with these two.
As he hung up his jacket at the station, it had felt so final. Freedom. Not that he didn't enjoy the job, it just wasn't... wasn't his calling. He stopped by the store and picked up a bottle of inexpensive wine (he didn't really look at the brand, just whatever sounded nice). The call had come in on his lunch hour. They wanted him to start next month.
The walk home was less of a walk and more skipping across the rooftops, flying just enough to leave him light on his feet, enough to jump the gaps. He was practically giddy.
If he closed his eyes long enough he could almost feel the comfortable weight of his wings and plating. When he arrived on the balcony of his shared apartment and opened the door, he hoped it was Soundwave's night off. He was bursting with delight. With such a big pay raise, he'd be able to afford to rent a house possibly! More space for the both of them... and less in the line of fire. Somewhere he could have a garden and hang up his wind chimes and birdhouses.
"Wave? Are you home?" He set the wine on the table and pulled off his long coat.
"Soundwa-" Well there was Darwin, already jumping on him, pushing him just off balance long enough to get him on the floor for a good face-licking.
What Skyfire got his job! He finally gets to put in his notice at the Public Transit Center. He decides to get some wine to celebrate. Soundwave decides the wine is sub-par. This log will end uncomfortably, and not in the good way.
Where Skyfire and Soundwave's apartment. Later a questionable bar of Soundwave's choosing.
When Friday night.
Warnings Fucking hilarity. Some pretty severe ho-yay as expected with these two.
As he hung up his jacket at the station, it had felt so final. Freedom. Not that he didn't enjoy the job, it just wasn't... wasn't his calling. He stopped by the store and picked up a bottle of inexpensive wine (he didn't really look at the brand, just whatever sounded nice). The call had come in on his lunch hour. They wanted him to start next month.
The walk home was less of a walk and more skipping across the rooftops, flying just enough to leave him light on his feet, enough to jump the gaps. He was practically giddy.
If he closed his eyes long enough he could almost feel the comfortable weight of his wings and plating. When he arrived on the balcony of his shared apartment and opened the door, he hoped it was Soundwave's night off. He was bursting with delight. With such a big pay raise, he'd be able to afford to rent a house possibly! More space for the both of them... and less in the line of fire. Somewhere he could have a garden and hang up his wind chimes and birdhouses.
"Wave? Are you home?" He set the wine on the table and pulled off his long coat.
"Soundwa-" Well there was Darwin, already jumping on him, pushing him just off balance long enough to get him on the floor for a good face-licking.