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[autobot_scout]

*As soon as Hound was released from duty he headed off to the wash-racks and then the commissary for his rations. As he greeted the few mechs who were off duty before settling down at an empty table to refuel and piece together his report. It wasn't much, after all, he was just a scout and his skills hadn't really been required. Maybe that's why

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[towers_bred]

*The first thing Mirage had done after his shift was hit the washracks as well. The grit, dirt and miasma of Lower Iacon had left him feeling filthy so Mirage had scrubbed his plating to within an inch of its life. Afterward, he'd been in desperate need of a waxing so when he showed up in the commissary for his ration of energon, the former noblemech gleamed. He was a beautifully constructed mech and he knew it, accepted it and had learned to put up with the often unwanted attention it drew.*

*But all that beauty did little to improve his poor personality and he coldly ignored everyone as he made got his own cube and went to sit out of the way and as far away from the others as possible.*

[autobot_scout]

*Hound couldn't help but notice Mirage as he entered. It was like the noble was trying to draw attention to himself, looking that bright and shiny. And then to sit so far from everyone else, it would be in bad forme for Hound to leave him all by his lonesome.*

*He stood, subspaced his report, grabbed his cube, and headed to the spy's table.*

Hey there, Mirage. You look like you could use some company. *Without waiting for permission, he slid into the chair oposite Mirage.*

[towers_bred]

*Anger kindled within him at the sight of Hound daring to not only approach him but to sit down at his table without even a by your leave!* I do not need, nor want your company. Go sit somewhere else.

*That utterly unwelcome growl greeted him, coupled with an absolutely frigid look from the haughty mech.*

[autobot_scout]

*Hound wasn't about to be put off by a chilly atmosphere.*

I'm quite well, Mirage, thank you for asking. And how're you this fine evening? Are you enjoying your ration? *The charming smile never left Hound's lips.*