[Hn. Limited list his aft. If Magnum thought for a minute that anyone else belonged on any important list, he'd simply have to make his point in a less subtle way.
Resting his weight against his larger alternate, he sits up slightly, looking somewhat bored.]
Is this really all you ever do? You should be making a better impression for both of us.
[Seriously. He tries to stand out from you with an electronic paintjob, and you don't even notice. B(]
[OH, but he noticed. How else do you explain the fresh scratches already etched in black, and red crisscrossed with dark? Still, he didn't yet appear to be inclined to repeat the experience, still snarling his annoyance under the kiss, poised to toss the mech off him at the next wrong move. ]
Hn. If they actually need to see me in action to get the right impression, they haven't been paying attention before now. And apparently you haven't been paying attention, either.
[He'd noticed the danger he was in, thanks to that stupid remote. He didn't care to show it though, still flopped across him as though there weren't an issue... Or a very real chance he was about to get slapped across the room himself.
The scratches in his paint were... irritating, but he could forgive them considering the source.]
They never pay attention. You have to do something... bigger just for them to understand anything.
[Like making obnoxious videos to prove your worth. If that didn't do it, Prime didn't know what would.]
I wouldn't have to touch it if you would stop watching the holoscreen long enough to give me the proper attention.
[He still grumbling under his breath, but apparently the distraction has been successful.]
'After'? You're insatiable. But you had better. Just because you feel like showing us off...[his gaze flicks to the camera, and he leers-] doesn't mean I'm going tolerate this sort of behavior, even if you are me.
[Even so, the hand formerly holding the remote shifts to rest on a darkened hip with a squeeze.]
[ ... Action since... well. He lives there for the next five minutes.]gditsideswipeAugust 25 2010, 09:42:01 UTC
[Someone with terrible timing has decided to enter the apartment. Stomping, making noise, intending to head straight to his room and lock himself in...
But then he just stops.
Stares.
Blinks.
And stares again.
... Either he has walked into the wrong room, or onto the set of a really creepy film. He steps back a bit, trying to process what he's looking at, and trying to figure out what he's supposed to do.]
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Resting his weight against his larger alternate, he sits up slightly, looking somewhat bored.]
Is this really all you ever do? You should be making a better impression for both of us.
[Seriously. He tries to stand out from you with an electronic paintjob, and you don't even notice. B(]
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Hn. If they actually need to see me in action to get the right impression, they haven't been paying attention before now. And apparently you haven't been paying attention, either.
Don't. Touch. My. Remote.
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The scratches in his paint were... irritating, but he could forgive them considering the source.]
They never pay attention. You have to do something... bigger just for them to understand anything.
[Like making obnoxious videos to prove your worth. If that didn't do it, Prime didn't know what would.]
I wouldn't have to touch it if you would stop watching the holoscreen long enough to give me the proper attention.
... I'll get it back for you after.
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'After'? You're insatiable. But you had better. Just because you feel like showing us off...[his gaze flicks to the camera, and he leers-] doesn't mean I'm going tolerate this sort of behavior, even if you are me.
[Even so, the hand formerly holding the remote shifts to rest on a darkened hip with a squeeze.]
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But then he just stops.
Stares.
Blinks.
And stares again.
... Either he has walked into the wrong room, or onto the set of a really creepy film. He steps back a bit, trying to process what he's looking at, and trying to figure out what he's supposed to do.]
I so need my own place...
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Arching his back and stretching almost like a cat, the smaller Prime glanced over his shoulder with a decidedly pleased noise.]
Oh. Hello... Er, what was your name, again?
I forgot again.
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[And apparently, the little Prime isn't recognizable with his new paint job.]
I don't know who you think you are, but I've got one thing to say to you, creeper-bot. Off the Prime.
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[Yeah, he's not budging.]
He is me, after all. I'm sure if he didn't like it, he would have said so by now.
Maybe if you ask nicely, we'll let you play too.
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Did you have anything of use to contribute, or are you going to keep gawking?
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