*stitchstitchstitch*
...gonnagetthisdonetonightifitkillsmedammit...
*cough*
So, I forgot to do the happything post last night, so I guess I owe you two tonight. ^_^;;; So! Day 6: Porn makes me happy, but you all knew that. ;)
And, Day 7: Lambo sammich makes me happy. Observe!
*
Sunstreaker dropped his end of the tree in the snow without so much as a by-your-leave, forcing his brother to halt. "The hell," Sideswipe protested, lowering the top of the tree down with more care, but Sunstreaker ignored him to pace around in a restless circle. They hadn't cleared the treeline proper yet, but this space was clear enough that the giant robot could pace uninhibited, which was probably why Sunstreaker waited until now to throw his tantrum in the first place.
"There's snow packed in my joints," Sunstreaker kvetched, completing the circuit and starting another one. "It's gonna solidify and put a strain on my servos, and then it'll melt and I'll have mineral deposit stains. And we still have that lovely, salt-encrusted road to look forward to before we finally get back to the Ark, and that's assuming we don't get our afts smelted by some 'Con we didn't see 'cause visibility's down to precisely slag-all in this snow. And did I mention I got sap all over me? 'Cause I did, and Primus knows what else."
"Are you done pissing on my parade?" Sideswipe demanded, arms akimbo. "'Cause if your daffodil-aft is too delicate to handle this, then you go on back to your nice warm washrack and I'll haul the tree back myself."
Sunstreaker flung his hands up. "I just wanna know why we're putting ourselves through all this slag. For a tree. When we could've just paid Spike to get us one of the spangly fake ones and not had to trudge out here like we're Hound or something."
Sideswipe heaved a sigh. "Sunny. How often does Blue ask for something for himself?" Sunstreaker muttered something about pillow talk and greedy partners and Sideswipe kicked snow at him. "That's different and you know it. When's the last time he asked us to take over a patrol for him, or run interference with Ratchet, or to slagging hide him when someone feels like poking his issues?"
Sunstreaker was truculently silent in the face of Sideswipe's heat, offering only a shrug of his shoulders. "That's right," Sideswipe snapped, bending to pick up the tree again. "He doesn't ask for slag. But he asked for a Christmas tree this year, bro, so we are slagging well going to give him the best Christmas tree we can find."
"Still think a fake tree would be better," Sunstreaker groused, but he picked his end of the tree up and staggered gamely on.
"Ah, shove it up your..."
The rest of Sideswipe's words were lost to the snow.
*fin*
*cough*
So, I forgot to do the happything post last night, so I guess I owe you two tonight. ^_^;;; So! Day 6: Porn makes me happy, but you all knew that. ;)
And, Day 7: Lambo sammich makes me happy. Observe!
*
Sunstreaker dropped his end of the tree in the snow without so much as a by-your-leave, forcing his brother to halt. "The hell," Sideswipe protested, lowering the top of the tree down with more care, but Sunstreaker ignored him to pace around in a restless circle. They hadn't cleared the treeline proper yet, but this space was clear enough that the giant robot could pace uninhibited, which was probably why Sunstreaker waited until now to throw his tantrum in the first place.
"There's snow packed in my joints," Sunstreaker kvetched, completing the circuit and starting another one. "It's gonna solidify and put a strain on my servos, and then it'll melt and I'll have mineral deposit stains. And we still have that lovely, salt-encrusted road to look forward to before we finally get back to the Ark, and that's assuming we don't get our afts smelted by some 'Con we didn't see 'cause visibility's down to precisely slag-all in this snow. And did I mention I got sap all over me? 'Cause I did, and Primus knows what else."
"Are you done pissing on my parade?" Sideswipe demanded, arms akimbo. "'Cause if your daffodil-aft is too delicate to handle this, then you go on back to your nice warm washrack and I'll haul the tree back myself."
Sunstreaker flung his hands up. "I just wanna know why we're putting ourselves through all this slag. For a tree. When we could've just paid Spike to get us one of the spangly fake ones and not had to trudge out here like we're Hound or something."
Sideswipe heaved a sigh. "Sunny. How often does Blue ask for something for himself?" Sunstreaker muttered something about pillow talk and greedy partners and Sideswipe kicked snow at him. "That's different and you know it. When's the last time he asked us to take over a patrol for him, or run interference with Ratchet, or to slagging hide him when someone feels like poking his issues?"
Sunstreaker was truculently silent in the face of Sideswipe's heat, offering only a shrug of his shoulders. "That's right," Sideswipe snapped, bending to pick up the tree again. "He doesn't ask for slag. But he asked for a Christmas tree this year, bro, so we are slagging well going to give him the best Christmas tree we can find."
"Still think a fake tree would be better," Sunstreaker groused, but he picked his end of the tree up and staggered gamely on.
"Ah, shove it up your..."
The rest of Sideswipe's words were lost to the snow.
*fin*