Ewwww, gross! What did I just hit?
Ransack's out and about today, having snuck out of his room when Cyclonus' back was turned. It wasn't that he was confined to quarters or anything, but the big purple shuttle sort of terrified him, so if he could avoid him, he would.
That, and he hated being cooped up something awful, even if he had the music box to entertain him. And dancing wasn't all that fun unless you could show off, and he was super foxy mega hot awesome at dancing. Seriously, he was so good, he made femmes overload and mechs drop to their knees, optics pouring lubricants because they could never hope to be as good as him. He was smegging ballin'.
All boasting aside, he was exploring a part of Nexusville he hadn't seen yet, and streetcars! It was so flat! It'd be the perfect location for a racetra-helloooo? What is this gorgeous stretch of gravel road? And tire dividers? It wasn't pavement, and it wasn't professional, but oh~ He was not going to turn down the chance to spin his tires.
Laughing excitedly, he transforms to his alt mode and shuffles through his musicbox, looking for an appropriate song. Music selected, he leaps onto the track and guns it, spitting out gravel as he takes off.
He's done a couple laps when his promptlist pops up, and hey, that's cool - he can chat and drive at the same time.
// Squishies, huh? Well, back home, anythin' dat crawls onta da tracks 'n gets run ova' is considahed squishy. Don't matta' if it goes crunch, splut, or goosh. 'N lemme tell ya, ain't one 'o dem is fun ta clean off da wheels lata', neiddah. Gooshes're da worst dough - dey tend ta splash ev'rywhere 'n get up inside yer gears 'n gum ev'rythin' up. I hate it when dat happens.
Squishy also describes any numbah o' luxury items y'cin win in races 'n stuff. I once stayed da night in a winner's suite, 'n all da furniture was padded. It was amazing. I sank inta da berth 'n neva' wanted ta move eva' again. 'Least 'til da hotel security showed up 'n kicked me out fer breakin' 'n enterin'. But hey, it was so worth it! //
That, and he hated being cooped up something awful, even if he had the music box to entertain him. And dancing wasn't all that fun unless you could show off, and he was super foxy mega hot awesome at dancing. Seriously, he was so good, he made femmes overload and mechs drop to their knees, optics pouring lubricants because they could never hope to be as good as him. He was smegging ballin'.
All boasting aside, he was exploring a part of Nexusville he hadn't seen yet, and streetcars! It was so flat! It'd be the perfect location for a racetra-helloooo? What is this gorgeous stretch of gravel road? And tire dividers? It wasn't pavement, and it wasn't professional, but oh~ He was not going to turn down the chance to spin his tires.
Laughing excitedly, he transforms to his alt mode and shuffles through his musicbox, looking for an appropriate song. Music selected, he leaps onto the track and guns it, spitting out gravel as he takes off.
He's done a couple laps when his promptlist pops up, and hey, that's cool - he can chat and drive at the same time.
// Squishies, huh? Well, back home, anythin' dat crawls onta da tracks 'n gets run ova' is considahed squishy. Don't matta' if it goes crunch, splut, or goosh. 'N lemme tell ya, ain't one 'o dem is fun ta clean off da wheels lata', neiddah. Gooshes're da worst dough - dey tend ta splash ev'rywhere 'n get up inside yer gears 'n gum ev'rythin' up. I hate it when dat happens.
Squishy also describes any numbah o' luxury items y'cin win in races 'n stuff. I once stayed da night in a winner's suite, 'n all da furniture was padded. It was amazing. I sank inta da berth 'n neva' wanted ta move eva' again. 'Least 'til da hotel security showed up 'n kicked me out fer breakin' 'n enterin'. But hey, it was so worth it! //