Disorderly
TITLE: Crocked
RATING: Teens
WARNINGS: Innuendos
CHARACTERS: Arcee, Bulkhead
REALM: TF Prime
SUMMARY: Ratchet didn’t stop trying to figure out a viable synthetic fuel replacement - much to Bulkhead’s distress
PROMPT: Bulkhead/Arcee - I can not
“Hey Bulky! Wanna do something fun tonight?” Arcee sauntered towards the forest-green mech.
“Ur,” Bulkhead looked around for somebody, anybody else. “Did you inject the synthesized energon into your system?”
The not lanky blue bot’s saucy grin sent shivers down the armored truck’s plating, even before her closed fist opened to reveal a vile with a single dose of energon. “This’ll make you feel god,” Arcee purred, her mouth plates right next to her chosen target’s audio receptors.
Bulkhead abruptly stood up, backed way, hands ready to push her away if she got that close again. “You saw what happened when Ratchet ingested the trial batch! I want no part in it.”
Arcee stalked Bulkhead. “That was the experimental formula. This” a single drop emerged from the needle, dropped to the floor, glistening the entire way down. “This is the perfected stuff.”
“Look, Arcee, I am not tasting or trying any artificial energon. If we run out of regular energon, I’d rather sustain myself on synfuel.” Bulkhead relied on his memory to keep himself from bumping into walls, equipment, and to keep himself from backing into a corner.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Arcee continued to pursue Bulkhead.
“Oh yeas, I do,” retorted Bulkhead. “And when your system’s clean, I might be willing to continue this ‘fun’ activity of yours - but not while you’re not yourself.” Bulkhead turned and ran, hoping the straight-run would allow him to build up enough speed for his successful escape.
Arcee’s vehicle form skid past him, turned just before she’d emerge in the earth’s bright sunlight. “Is that a no?”
“If you want to race, It’s a yes,” Bulkhead revved his engine. “But I am not taking the fake energon.” Not when it creates drunkenness in the drinkers
RATING: Teens
WARNINGS: Innuendos
CHARACTERS: Arcee, Bulkhead
REALM: TF Prime
SUMMARY: Ratchet didn’t stop trying to figure out a viable synthetic fuel replacement - much to Bulkhead’s distress
PROMPT: Bulkhead/Arcee - I can not
“Hey Bulky! Wanna do something fun tonight?” Arcee sauntered towards the forest-green mech.
“Ur,” Bulkhead looked around for somebody, anybody else. “Did you inject the synthesized energon into your system?”
The not lanky blue bot’s saucy grin sent shivers down the armored truck’s plating, even before her closed fist opened to reveal a vile with a single dose of energon. “This’ll make you feel god,” Arcee purred, her mouth plates right next to her chosen target’s audio receptors.
Bulkhead abruptly stood up, backed way, hands ready to push her away if she got that close again. “You saw what happened when Ratchet ingested the trial batch! I want no part in it.”
Arcee stalked Bulkhead. “That was the experimental formula. This” a single drop emerged from the needle, dropped to the floor, glistening the entire way down. “This is the perfected stuff.”
“Look, Arcee, I am not tasting or trying any artificial energon. If we run out of regular energon, I’d rather sustain myself on synfuel.” Bulkhead relied on his memory to keep himself from bumping into walls, equipment, and to keep himself from backing into a corner.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Arcee continued to pursue Bulkhead.
“Oh yeas, I do,” retorted Bulkhead. “And when your system’s clean, I might be willing to continue this ‘fun’ activity of yours - but not while you’re not yourself.” Bulkhead turned and ran, hoping the straight-run would allow him to build up enough speed for his successful escape.
Arcee’s vehicle form skid past him, turned just before she’d emerge in the earth’s bright sunlight. “Is that a no?”
“If you want to race, It’s a yes,” Bulkhead revved his engine. “But I am not taking the fake energon.” Not when it creates drunkenness in the drinkers