WHO: Xigbar & Dirge the Horridorable
WHAT: planning a Secret Retrieval Mission…over a romantic candlelight dinner
WHERE: Le Serpent Argenté : a (surprisingly not-seedy) Seeker cabaret in Zone 3
WHEN: shortly after Dirge recovers from the virus, but right before the Portal is complete = as set up
hereWARNINGS/NOTES: Jet fetish? Drunkenness? Not really
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"It's not kidnapping. There's no one in the body right now. It's former occupant got shoved into a cassette chassis by Soundwave," the jet corrected. A waiter stopped at the table, collecting some of the empty cubes and leaving a pair of fresh new ones. Dirge's optics lit with anticipation- these were of a slightly higher grade and boasted a more intense flavor.
"I've never met an organic as generous as you..." he sighed, giving Xigbar an adoring glance.
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Looking up from his distant musings, Xigbar registered the jet's sudden rapt attention. "Dude, if I had a heart, your kind words would totally make me blush. But really, just don't lump me in with the regular ol' organics. Not like I need sustenance or anything of my own, so might as well feed someone who'll appreciate it. And seems like you don't get appreciated as much as you…obviously…deserve." He had enough data by this point to estimate that 'appreciating' Dirge was actually a full-time job for an entire dedicated team, but it was not as if he had anything utterly pressing of his own to attend to at the moment. This was more than worth the effort, as he had gathered more Seeker statistics in just this last afternoon than his entire time in the city so far, including the brief time he had been a jet-frame himself. Besides, Xigbar was always careful not to mention that when he did come to collect, he tended to take it all. But for the time ( ... )
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