You're going to take a bath whether you want it or not...

[masqueadrift]

[OOC: Closed post between IDW Sideswipe and IDW Blurr. Trying to get this plotty stuff out of the way here.]

IDW Sideswipe*It seemed like it had been forever since Siders and his twin returned from their trip, and at the time he'd been happy... over joyed even. Of course when the news about Mirage being missing... and seriously hurt had been

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IDW Sideswipe

Yeah right... sure. You can totally tell that just by the way he looks at me. *His tone is bitter, somewhat resentful, uncertain who he should believe when almost all the mechs who claim to care for him are either angry enough to kill him or ignore him all together... save one.* I used to work with a few nobles before the war... It was... a learning experience. *huffs* And I doubt Mirage is going to fall for me... *he could go on and list perfect examples for why, but chooses not to. Instead he just sits in the water, sealing his vents and flops backwards to let the cleanser rinse away.* //It's just dirt.// *he doesn't tell Blurr that when he went looking or Mirage the first time he got stuck knee deep in thick, sticky mud, then dragged around by his neck before having his aft handed to him. It's possible he missed some of it, though he doesn't think he missed enough to be that dirty... and he honestly doesn't remember much from the other day when they went looking for Mirage, other than the anger and shock over what

[idw_blurr]

//It’s disgusting whatever it is, and you need it off of you and out of your gears and lines. And yes, I’ve watched enough to tell when someone more than just lusts after another mech.// *And he’s yet to see something more than physical interest leveled his way. He frowns and shakes his head, not the time to be jealous of his friend for having others care about him.* //Come on. Let’s see if you’re presentable.//

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IDW Sideswipe

*he couldn't care less if he's presentable, more likely than not he's just going to go out and get dirty again anyway so he doesn't really see the point, at least right now. Normally he wouldn't feel quite this annoyed about getting this stuff off his plating and out of his joints, but right now... Heaving a sigh he pushes himself up, letting the water run off his helm and shoulders.* There? Are you happy now? *You're never going to be good enough, that annoying little voice chimes in, sounding far too self satisfied, Never good enough for any of them. He just wants to smash his head against a wall.*

[idw_blurr]

*He can’t help but pout at Sideswipe’s tone. He hides it by circling behind his friend, critically checking him for grime. He firms his resolve. Whatever spark-ache Sideswipe’s going through, the only real thing Blurr can do to help is be there, look after him until he’s not so down that he won’t look after himself. A thought occurs then too.* Yeah. Happy enough. At least you don’t smell anymore. *He circles around to look Sideswipe in the optics.* Now. When was the last time you refueled?

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IDW Sideswipe

*he balks at being told he was smelly, wishing he still had his cloth so he could throw it at Blurr's face. Growling, he pushes himself up onto his peds and shakes himself off, spraying water everywhere.* I smelled like dirt! Dirt normally doesn't stink... I wasn't wallowing in a swamp you know! *Oh please, you did stink... you still do but at least it's bearable now. He couldn't help rolling his optics at that, rubbing at the sides of his helm near his optics.* Huh? Refuel? *he blinks, looking at Blurr before shaking his head.* Dunno... sometime before they returned home...

[idw_blurr]

*His optic ridge pops up, and he daringly leans closer.* You stank like decaying wet forest and dirt. *He sniffs in an overly exaggerated way.* Now you smell nice. A polish would finish you off, but you don’t smell bad anymore. *He slowly shifts his expression to a glare.* Before? Primus, Sides, that’s been days! *He grabs the frontliner’s wrist, pushy and bossy had worked thus far, may as well be consistent, and tugs.* Kitchen. Now. Geez, I’m surprised you’re still on your feet!

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IDW Sideswipe

Now I know you're exaggerating, it wasn't anywhere near that bad. *he folds his arms and glares at Blurr, optics narrowed to slits.* Yes before. Primus, I've had more important things on my mind to worry about than that. *grumbling, the annoyed frontliner allows Blurr to drag him back towards the shack, though he doesn't make it easy, resisting as he drags his pedes a bit.* You make it sound like we've never had to go without fuel before... a couple of days isn't any real big deal... I've lasted way longer than that. *and he sounds rather proud of that, like it's some kind of badge of honor.*

[idw_blurr]

Yeah, yeah. Me too. But it isn’t good for our systems, and with energon right here there’s no point. You’re punishing yourself. *He can’t help grinning as he grabs Sideswipe’s arm with both his hands, leaning back to pull with all his might. Sideswipe could drop him to his aft simply by taking a real step forward, and he’s willing to look graceless for the comedic value.* Come on! *He bounces his weight back in a couple sharp tugs, knowing it’s not really going to do any good. If Sideswipe didn’t want to follow him, he wouldn’t be. That alone was a good sign. Blurr might have to badger and harass and make a general nuisance of himself, but at least the situation wasn’t completely hopeless. Were Sideswipe to sit down and refuse to budge, there would be no way for Blurr to move him.* Moooooove! One foot. The other. Now the first. Primus! Maybe if I got behind you and pushed?

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IDW Sideswipe

I'm not punishing myself, I'm just not hungry. *he states flatly, his tone pure boredom as he anchors his pedes into the dirt, watching Blurr as the racer attempts to drag and tug him towards the building, making very little progress. Under normal circumstances he'd be laughing himself silly at Blurr's attempts, but right now his expression is completely deadpan.* I dunno... doubt you getting behind me's gonna help much, but hey... if you wanna take that risk go right ahead. It's not like I have to use up a whole lot of energy doing this.

[idw_blurr]

*He stands straight and lets go of Sideswipe’s wrist. It’s hard to tell if he’s being played with or not. Eyeing the warrior, he walks around behind him, giving himself a few paces lead, then launches forward, trying to use speed to aid his attempt to move Sideswipe. It’s like being stopped by a solid cybertronium wall, but he digs the tips of his feet into the path and pushes as hard as he can.* Not giving up!

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IDW Sideswipe

*he grunts as Blurr all but slams into him, forcing his pedes a couple of steps forward before he can stop himself and dig his heals into the ground. He can't hold back the smirk tugging at his lips as Blurr works to move him forward, the frontliner putting more and more of his weight against the much lighter racer before finally flopping backwards on top of him.* Hmm, you give up yet?

[idw_blurr]

Gack! *He lands flat on his back, Sideswipe effectively pinning him to the ground.* Never! *he cries defiantly, snickering as he tries to squirm free.* You’re going to get us all dirty again. *The snickers turn to giggles and he pushes at Sideswipe’s shoulder and helm.* Primus, but you’re slagging heavy! *He struggles ineffectually, laughing and squirming and making no better progress in shoving Sideswipe off of him than he did pushing him up the path to the Shack.*

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IDW Sideswipe

Never? Hmm, okay then. *he wiggles slightly, folding his arms behind his head and attempting to make himself as comfortable as possible.* Mmm. You know... you make a surprisingly comfortable piece of furniture. *he's still not really feeling it, but this momentary distraction... it's helping, if only a little, and he's grateful for his friend... and his attempts at distracting him from the guilt and pain eating away at him.*

[idw_blurr]

Fraggin-oomph! Ow-ow-ow-shoulder-turbine-rock-ow! *He wriggles until he gets free of the stone, and sighs in relief, going momentarily still under Sideswipe. He sighs and shifts around a little, getting one leg free so his knee isn’t kinked.* Never. I am however, going to take a moment here to assess my situation, and come up with a new plan of attack. Ok, think I got it. *He jams his fingers deep into a side seam and wiggles them over the wires there, his other hand gripping Sideswipe’s shoulder so when the mech moves, he’ll get carried along instead of losing fingers.*

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IDW Sideswipe

*he chuckles at Blurr as the mech squirms and struggles to relieve himself of the rock jamming into his shoulder turbine, acting far too pleased with himself.* Your situation is rather hop-gak! *he lets out a loud squawk, choking back a laugh as he rolls to the side in an attempt to escape and not let the mech know that he just discovered one of his ticklish spots.* Hey! You... stop that!