#082 - Romantic
Odd!date turns out to be very odd indeed...
But what do you expect? It's the bugs!
Romantic
Chloe had, at one point, informed a then-organic Waspinator that normal humans went on dates with the person they cared for. The concept, of course, was a foreign one to the bug, so the blond had patiently explained. It was something fun you did together; someplace you went; something you both enjoyed. It was for entertainment. To be together. Romantic.
Waspinator, naturally, was curious, which led to an inquiry about the sort of things people did on dates.
Nothing on Chloe’s list seemed quite right.
Movies were out of the question. Inferno didn’t understand the point, nor did he approve of the idleness such activities spawned. And Waspinator didn’t have the attention span for that sort of thing, anyway.
Dinner out was just as pointless. Neither of them was very fond of human food. Inferno only ate when it was absolutely necessary and Waspinator would have been happy enough to eat peanut butter and jelly for every meal. There was no point in trying to sit down and eat together, especially not outside of the office or food court.
Going to the beach was also a bad choice; Inferno wanted nothing to do with the ocean and Waspinator was scared of the water. It was, after all, very easy for flying insects to drown.
And so it went on, Chloe suggesting things and the little bug finding fault with each idea. It didn’t matter anyway, he finally rationalized, because Inferno didn’t really like him that much and would never do something so unnecessary and frivolous.
Chloe could easily see the disappointment in his eyes and thought it sad, but he supposed Waspinator had a point. Inferno didn’t really seem the type.
Imagine his surprise then when, a few evenings later, a small explosion rocked the center of town. Half the residents of Flamingo Heights gathered at the site of what had once been a dumpster in the Walmart parking lot, looking for the cause of the blast.
It wasn’t so much the explosion that shocked him as it was the sight of the Predacons together. Inferno had some sort of dangerous-looking firearm clutched in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were curled through Waspinator’s, and together they were watching the tongues of flame flickering in the night sky, unmindful of the ash and embers drifting through the air and landing in their hair.
Both of them looked pretty pleased with themselves, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who’d caused the explosion. The rest of the townspeople were gawking and panicking and trying to figure out what to do to squelch the blaze, but Waspinator simply stretched up on his tiptoes to kiss Inferno, who gave him a sadistic, satisfied grin in return.
Chloe would later look back on it and laugh, but at that moment, all that crossed his mind was that setting a dumpster on fire was hardly his idea of a romantic date.
But what do you expect? It's the bugs!
Romantic
Chloe had, at one point, informed a then-organic Waspinator that normal humans went on dates with the person they cared for. The concept, of course, was a foreign one to the bug, so the blond had patiently explained. It was something fun you did together; someplace you went; something you both enjoyed. It was for entertainment. To be together. Romantic.
Waspinator, naturally, was curious, which led to an inquiry about the sort of things people did on dates.
Nothing on Chloe’s list seemed quite right.
Movies were out of the question. Inferno didn’t understand the point, nor did he approve of the idleness such activities spawned. And Waspinator didn’t have the attention span for that sort of thing, anyway.
Dinner out was just as pointless. Neither of them was very fond of human food. Inferno only ate when it was absolutely necessary and Waspinator would have been happy enough to eat peanut butter and jelly for every meal. There was no point in trying to sit down and eat together, especially not outside of the office or food court.
Going to the beach was also a bad choice; Inferno wanted nothing to do with the ocean and Waspinator was scared of the water. It was, after all, very easy for flying insects to drown.
And so it went on, Chloe suggesting things and the little bug finding fault with each idea. It didn’t matter anyway, he finally rationalized, because Inferno didn’t really like him that much and would never do something so unnecessary and frivolous.
Chloe could easily see the disappointment in his eyes and thought it sad, but he supposed Waspinator had a point. Inferno didn’t really seem the type.
Imagine his surprise then when, a few evenings later, a small explosion rocked the center of town. Half the residents of Flamingo Heights gathered at the site of what had once been a dumpster in the Walmart parking lot, looking for the cause of the blast.
It wasn’t so much the explosion that shocked him as it was the sight of the Predacons together. Inferno had some sort of dangerous-looking firearm clutched in one hand. The fingers of his other hand were curled through Waspinator’s, and together they were watching the tongues of flame flickering in the night sky, unmindful of the ash and embers drifting through the air and landing in their hair.
Both of them looked pretty pleased with themselves, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out who’d caused the explosion. The rest of the townspeople were gawking and panicking and trying to figure out what to do to squelch the blaze, but Waspinator simply stretched up on his tiptoes to kiss Inferno, who gave him a sadistic, satisfied grin in return.
Chloe would later look back on it and laugh, but at that moment, all that crossed his mind was that setting a dumpster on fire was hardly his idea of a romantic date.