WAAAAAAAAAH.
I don't WAAAAAANNA go to work tomorrow. I just spent ten hours at work and I'm TIIIIIIIIIIRED.
...'kay, done whining now.
*
"Eat my exhaust, scuffaft!"
"Slotting pigslagging-!"
Bluestreak spent only a moment blinking at his twins before shaking his head and moving to his own berth. Walking in on Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's scuffles was just a normal part of the gunner's day since he'd moved in with them, and he'd had time to get used to it. "So what is it now?" he asked conversationally. "Battlestar Galactica and Antiques Roadshow scheduled at the same time again?"
Sunstreaker glared at him over his shoulder. "That one time I watched Galactica. Once." Bluestreak snickered gleefully and he sneered before turning back to wrestling his brother into submission. "If you must know, Sideswipe refuses to let me see his new toy."
"Toy?"
"No toy!" Sideswipe yelped. "Figment of his imagination! One too many times getting dumped on his head by Skywarp."
"That was you, brain trust."
"Thundercracker then. Ow!" Sideswipe howled in injury as his shoulder bent the wrong way, giving Sunstreaker the opportunity he needed to snatch the little plastic thing out of his hand and toss it to Bluestreak. "Hey!" Sideswipe yelped and tried to grab for it, but his brother held him back.
Bluestreak opened his hand, examining the little figure in wonder. "Is that... me?"
"S'called an Alternator," Sideswipe grumbled. "Sunny and I have little versions of ourselves floating around too."
"Can I see them?" Bluestreak asked, gently wiggling the little toy's wing.
Sideswipe offered a weak grin. "I only got yours, Blue. I get enough of my brother." Sunstreaker scoffed and thwapped him, and the brotherly tussle started again while Bluestreak smiled softly and played with his toy.
...'kay, done whining now.
*
"Eat my exhaust, scuffaft!"
"Slotting pigslagging-!"
Bluestreak spent only a moment blinking at his twins before shaking his head and moving to his own berth. Walking in on Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's scuffles was just a normal part of the gunner's day since he'd moved in with them, and he'd had time to get used to it. "So what is it now?" he asked conversationally. "Battlestar Galactica and Antiques Roadshow scheduled at the same time again?"
Sunstreaker glared at him over his shoulder. "That one time I watched Galactica. Once." Bluestreak snickered gleefully and he sneered before turning back to wrestling his brother into submission. "If you must know, Sideswipe refuses to let me see his new toy."
"Toy?"
"No toy!" Sideswipe yelped. "Figment of his imagination! One too many times getting dumped on his head by Skywarp."
"That was you, brain trust."
"Thundercracker then. Ow!" Sideswipe howled in injury as his shoulder bent the wrong way, giving Sunstreaker the opportunity he needed to snatch the little plastic thing out of his hand and toss it to Bluestreak. "Hey!" Sideswipe yelped and tried to grab for it, but his brother held him back.
Bluestreak opened his hand, examining the little figure in wonder. "Is that... me?"
"S'called an Alternator," Sideswipe grumbled. "Sunny and I have little versions of ourselves floating around too."
"Can I see them?" Bluestreak asked, gently wiggling the little toy's wing.
Sideswipe offered a weak grin. "I only got yours, Blue. I get enough of my brother." Sunstreaker scoffed and thwapped him, and the brotherly tussle started again while Bluestreak smiled softly and played with his toy.