Pour moi c’est l’heure de foutre à la poubelle

[kaon_krusher]

WHO: Lugnut + Dirge
WHAT: Magnum had knocked Lugnut out previously and stuffed him in his closet for safe-keeping. Lugnut is now awake. Finally.
WHERE: Still the same closet, in the Hollow.
WHEN: Now. (Magnum is dead!)
WARNINGS/NOTES: Deeerge.

Comments

[endless_avarice]

Dirge looked up from his newly acquired collection of things to eat, startled to hear Lugnut's voice over the comm. The jet slurped down the rest of whatever was hanging out of his mouth and got his feet, tracking the origin of the signal.

"It's about time you contacted me!" he snapped in response, tromping down the corridors with a sour expression on his long face. "And feed the ducks to what?"

After a few minutes of searching, it became apparent the signal was originating from inside a....closet. Dirge flung it open and glared at the hulking shadow with one giant floating red optic and several smaller ones lining up like runway lights behind it.

"You broke your promise!" he hissed.

he keeps getting stuffed into tiny places O_o;

[kaon_krusher]

Lugnut had not thought to attempt to illuminate the closet beyond the glow from his own optics. As the jet heaved open the door (which, incidentally, was not locked nor particularly fortified) Lugnut's smaller side lenses shuttered up tightly at the sudden increase in light, and the older Decepticon found himself temporarily at a loss for a response before the younger's silhouette. Used as he was to the Seeker's typical impatience however, Lugnut did not question Dirge's frustrated greeting - although he had become acutely aware of the strange vocal glitch that had just escaped his own jaws just now. For a moment, he only blinked wordlessly, remembering at least to turn down his high beams so as not to also blind Dirge

At least it wasn't with Dirge this time

[endless_avarice]

Dirge stared up at Lugnut, arms folded across his cockpit. "How should I know?" he replied, shaking his head dismissively. Jets were usually pretty self-centered, Dirge triply so- thus he had little space in his processor to care about if some animal had been given its dinner.

"Oh yeah? You weren't there when I woke up. I was killed again, Lugnut!" the clone whined, sounding exceptionally hurt. No one else had really cared, but for some reason he'd expected the Bomber plane to express a little bit of sympathy. Or at least, you know, keep his promise?

what would the neighbors think?

[kaon_krusher]

Some part of Lugnut's processor fully knew that Dirge would have no idea about little domestic details such as if three giant ravenous toothy semi-feral heads have had their dinner yet - but it had been worth an ask. "Well. It appears all of your appendages are intact, so he must not have been hungry enough to..."

...And Lugnut put that thought on hold himself, stepping forward to grasp the jet's shoulders in his mismatched servos, partially possessively and partially in reprimand "You...you are not allowed to. Specify how, when, who is responsible." Lugnut resisted the urge to additionally ask 'where' so he knew where the cockpit glass was to be swept up from.