That Ole Time Music.
IDW Kup
The older mech was out and about, which was quite opposite of the hermit-like behavior he had fell into upon his arrival to the Nexus, but after the incident, Kup felt it was in the interest of his old processors to get out once in awhile. Especially since Perceptor had given him his new toy, which was currently slung against his back plating as he made his way towards Haven, cygar dancing in his mouth. Truth be told, he hadn't felt this good in, well, since Perceptor and Brainstorm put him back together. He was sure he was going to get some pretty amusing stares, and if the tips were good enough, it would be worth it. His stash was getting rather low, and a mech had to earn his way, after all.
Plus, those damn human musical datatracks he had discovered during his cycles glued to his datapad wouldn't get out of his memory core.
After surveying the landscape outside of Haven, he chose a spot a few meters away from the entrance; a large rock that jutted out of ground, enough for him to sit on and have his legs dangle off. He plopped his empty rust ball tin down in front of it before climbing on top, pulling his new acquisition off his back; the strap still around his frame.
As he strummed a few practice notes, he couldn't help but smile at the warm sensation in his tanks. He felt like a sparkling.
Just before he cleared his vocalizer, fingers plucking at the guitar, he decided that was a good thing.
Yer cheatin’ spark
Will make ya leak
You’ll cry and cry
An’ try t’sleep
But recharge won’t come
The whole cycle through
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you
When fluid comes down
Like acid rain
You’ll toss around
And call my name
You’ll walk the floor,
The way I do,
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you
Yer cheatin’ spark
Will ping some day
And crave the love,
You formatted away,
The cycle will come,
When you'll be blue,
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you
When fluid comes down
Like acid rain
You’ll toss around
And call my name
You’ll walk the floor,
The way I do,
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you.
His spark swelled as he strummed the last note, cygar dipping in his mouth as he grinned, uncaring if he gained an audience or not.
It had been awhile since he had been content.
OOC: And now you know what the Kupmuse was doing in my head all day at work. He likes Hank Williams. And Johnny Cash. A. Lot. And it's surprisingly fitting.
The older mech was out and about, which was quite opposite of the hermit-like behavior he had fell into upon his arrival to the Nexus, but after the incident, Kup felt it was in the interest of his old processors to get out once in awhile. Especially since Perceptor had given him his new toy, which was currently slung against his back plating as he made his way towards Haven, cygar dancing in his mouth. Truth be told, he hadn't felt this good in, well, since Perceptor and Brainstorm put him back together. He was sure he was going to get some pretty amusing stares, and if the tips were good enough, it would be worth it. His stash was getting rather low, and a mech had to earn his way, after all.
Plus, those damn human musical datatracks he had discovered during his cycles glued to his datapad wouldn't get out of his memory core.
After surveying the landscape outside of Haven, he chose a spot a few meters away from the entrance; a large rock that jutted out of ground, enough for him to sit on and have his legs dangle off. He plopped his empty rust ball tin down in front of it before climbing on top, pulling his new acquisition off his back; the strap still around his frame.
As he strummed a few practice notes, he couldn't help but smile at the warm sensation in his tanks. He felt like a sparkling.
Just before he cleared his vocalizer, fingers plucking at the guitar, he decided that was a good thing.
Yer cheatin’ spark
Will make ya leak
You’ll cry and cry
An’ try t’sleep
But recharge won’t come
The whole cycle through
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you
When fluid comes down
Like acid rain
You’ll toss around
And call my name
You’ll walk the floor,
The way I do,
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you
Yer cheatin’ spark
Will ping some day
And crave the love,
You formatted away,
The cycle will come,
When you'll be blue,
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you
When fluid comes down
Like acid rain
You’ll toss around
And call my name
You’ll walk the floor,
The way I do,
Yer cheatin’ spark, will tell on you.
His spark swelled as he strummed the last note, cygar dipping in his mouth as he grinned, uncaring if he gained an audience or not.
It had been awhile since he had been content.
OOC: And now you know what the Kupmuse was doing in my head all day at work. He likes Hank Williams. And Johnny Cash. A. Lot. And it's surprisingly fitting.