G1 Rumble
Rumble walks through town, listlessly kicking a stone around as he walks. As the prompt reminder flashes on his HUD yet again, he cycles air noisily.Fine, I’m doing it! Sheesh! Primus, that’s the bossiest programming I’ve ever seen. Not like I got anything better to do
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*She lets a half-grin quirk her expression before calling out.*
Well, I see you're as cheerful as ever.
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*He catches sight of Chromia and cheerfully yelps* Autobitch!
*Approaches Chromia quickly and beams up at her.* Hey, whatcha doing? *makes a disgusted face* You doing paperwork?
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Ugh, frag no. *Idly flops the hand still gripping the data-pad* Just readin' somethin' on engineering. *She raises one shoulder in a shrug, quirking a slanted grin* Always been kinda interested in it. Anyways, how you been?
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*He rubs the back of his helm sheepishly.* Eh, I've been okay, I guess... Not been doing anything special... Just... stuff... You? Slagged any 'Cons, saved any squishies? *smirks*
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A whole load of nothin' to report on my end of things. That much should be evident from the fact that I'm resorting to reading for entertainment. *She gives her helm a slight shake and crosses her arms.* Seems you only start to realise just how limited this place is once you run outta things to do.
*She huffs a sigh out the side of her mouth, before grinning crookedly.*
Eh, anyways. Things good over at the... ugh... what's it called? ... Energy place? With the wind?
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*laughs* Heh, so you're reading from boredom? Can't blame ya! And here I was thinking you're the bookish kind of femme, after all *teasing smirk*
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Bookish? Me? *She gives a short snigger* Not so much. I read when I have to, or, like now, am painfully bored. Either or, it's only ever weapons or engineering slag. *Makes a face* Or paperwork.
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*She gives her helm another slight shake*
Could blabber on about the benefits of planning in the actual battle, but it won't take away from the argument that it is boring as Pit. Prefer actions to words myself, anyways.
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*rubs the back of his helm as he's eyeing the very attractive femme*
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*Her optics flicker once and narrow in the direction of the far off dark clouds. Weird... they seem to be gathering pretty quickly.*
Huh, weather looks... promising.
[ooc: eh, figured the storm'd give them something interesting to discuss XD]
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*snickers meanly* The fly-boys trade in a lot of processing power for their wings! Yeah, they can calculate velocity and wind currents and all that slag like a fragging weather computer, but some basic common sense? Nah! *more snickers*
*He joins Chromia in staring at the clouds in the distance, frowning in displeasure.* Fragging great, with all the thunderstorms in the last weeks, it feels like I just can't keep up with picking the mud out of my joints...
*Suddenly, a wicked thought occurs and he grins mischievously. Hey, if there's another thunderstorm in the making, he might get a chance to huddle together with Chromia!*
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Tell me about it. If it keeps up, I wouldn't be surprised if this whole place was under water in a month.
*Her optic ridge then raises in slight query, an amused smile tugging her expression.*
What're you so happy about, Piledrivers?
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*Slag, caught!*
Err... *he grins sheepishly and tries for a sweet cassette smile* Nothing! *chirps, the very picture of innocence* I'm just happy about... uh... existence! Yeah, happy about existence in general!
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... Existence? *Shakes her helm slightly and vents a short laugh* Ugh, on second thought, don't tell me. If you're gonna use that as an excuse, think I'd rather not know.
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Hey, I'll have ya know my excuses are just fine! Guaranteed to get me out of nearly every tricky situation, from slagged-off Soundwave to cassettes on a rampage!
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