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*muffled shriek of frustration, grabbing at her helmet* Because he thinks you don't love him anymore, you big dummy! *is reaching the end of Teh Tether*
Better al-?! *voice rises half incredulously, half angrily* He was lying on the floor in a puddle of his own fuel! He would have bled to death if Echoshift hadn't tacked him back together, and that's all that's keeping him together now!
Decepticons do that kind of thing all the time to people they care about who screw up, that's what I've heard.
That's what you've heard?! *yelling at him* You nearly kill your partner and then you try justifying it with a rumour?! You - you cowardly, brain-dead pathetic thug! *optics blazing hell-red, wings flared wide and glaring like a Fury* You better bloody believe I'll do it! You get back in there and make it right, now, or so help me I'll make you regret it!
*hadn't realized exactly how bad it had been* He does not...I mean, it wasn't....you're wrong!
*recovers, shouting even louder then Dreadboots* It's not a rumor, everyone says that! It could have been worse for him, you know, Shockblast was suggesting I kill him, and there's no way I'd do that!
*slams a fist into the wall right below her* And I'm not going to let you push me around! I do what I want to and I don't care what some pint-sized puny little excuse for a minicon thinks!
*shrieks at the top of her voice* He nearly died because of what you did!
*takes a breath out of habit* I don't give a damn what everyone says or what you could've done but didn't, he's sitting in some godforsaken scrapheap thinking you don't love him any more and all you're doing is standing here sulking!
I don't give a flying frag if you care what I think. I care about Snowcat bleeding to death in a corridor somewhere convinced you don't love him.
((*falls about laughing!* I've got some My Little Ponies somewhere, and even though I don't have any toys of these two the very mental image is giving me the giggles. ^_^))
*optics flicker hopefully as he mutters, and she has to restrain herself from whooping at the last*
((Twelve-twenty-nine, friggit. ¬_¬ Everyone else is in bed, and I've promised to turn this off - *checks clock again* - now. Crud. Still, 's better than being at home and not going on for longer-than-an-hour-or-later-than-ten by miles. Plus daddy-dear has broadband.))
*muffled shriek of frustration, grabbing at her helmet* Because he thinks you don't love him anymore, you big dummy! *is reaching the end of Teh Tether*
Better al-?! *voice rises half incredulously, half angrily* He was lying on the floor in a puddle of his own fuel! He would have bled to death if Echoshift hadn't tacked him back together, and that's all that's keeping him together now!
Decepticons do that kind of thing all the time to people they care about who screw up, that's what I've heard.
That's what you've heard?! *yelling at him* You nearly kill your partner and then you try justifying it with a rumour?! You - you cowardly, brain-dead pathetic thug! *optics blazing hell-red, wings flared wide and glaring like a Fury* You better bloody believe I'll do it! You get back in there and make it right, now, or so help me I'll make you regret it!
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*recovers, shouting even louder then Dreadboots* It's not a rumor, everyone says that! It could have been worse for him, you know, Shockblast was suggesting I kill him, and there's no way I'd do that!
*slams a fist into the wall right below her* And I'm not going to let you push me around! I do what I want to and I don't care what some pint-sized puny little excuse for a minicon thinks!
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*takes a breath out of habit* I don't give a damn what everyone says or what you could've done but didn't, he's sitting in some godforsaken scrapheap thinking you don't love him any more and all you're doing is standing here sulking!
I don't give a flying frag if you care what I think. I care about Snowcat bleeding to death in a corridor somewhere convinced you don't love him.
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He knows that, of course he knows that. And if he died he knows I'd kill him for it!
So what am I supposed to say, huh, Miss Flying Know-it-all? There's nothing I can say.
*slams another fist into the wall, this one not aimed at Dreadboots* I can't say anything!
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*lip quirks despite herself*
There's nothing I can say.
*quieter, almost gently* Tell him that. It's a start, and it'd mean a lot.
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*sulking* He'd probably laugh at me for being so cheesy.
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More like he'd start cheering that you're talking to him.
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*looks very uncomfortable* Might. Might not. It'll be embarassing either way. I don't want to...
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*gives him a long look, and lets the silence draw out until it's uncomfortable*
I thought you said you weren't afraid?
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I'm not!
*different areas of his pride are obviously battling for control*
*growls* Mmmphh...all right! Fine, I'll talk to him, okay? But I'm not making promises!
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*optics flicker hopefully as he mutters, and she has to restrain herself from whooping at the last*
That's all I ask. ^_^
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*kicks the ground* So where is he anyway?
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*headtilts and obviously preps her commlink* I could find out... *looks at him, politely enquiring*
((And damn only having ten minutes left tonight! Frag-stupid time differences, I'm enjoying this... *grumbles*))
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((Same here. Would you believe "Cybertron" is playing right now on TV? What time is it for you?))
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//'Cat? Where are you?//
((Twelve-twenty-nine, friggit. ¬_¬ Everyone else is in bed, and I've promised to turn this off - *checks clock again* - now. Crud. Still, 's better than being at home and not going on for longer-than-an-hour-or-later-than-ten by miles. Plus daddy-dear has broadband.))
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((Seven-thirty by me, you silly British person. Guess we play later then))
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