Two jets walk into a park...

[panphobiac]

WHO: TFA Skywarp and Thundercracker, a surprise Graham.
WHERE: some relatively safe/open area not too far from zone 7.
WHEN: After this.
WHAT: Skywarp is still happily intoxicated from drinking 'normal' energon, TC somehow agreed to accompany him on a stroll to explore the surroundings, and Graham has their coordinates... and apparently wants to

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[robotic_adonis]

Thundercracker isn't in the best of moods. First Skywarp turns up drugged out of his processors, then he gets lectured by some outdated cassette player that he is an insufficient protector to the aforementioned drugged mech. As if Skywarp deserves his time, let alone protection! Though he DOES feel like he must commit to such a chore, since thus-far the purple jet is his only follower (with the rest of the universe sure to follow in only a matter of time!) and it would damage his reputation if he were to offline, even if through his own foolishness.

So he finds himself here, aimlessly wandering to keep Skywarp entertained, and away from that Soundwave character that kept slandering his good name. Originally he was willing to embark on the pointless quest out of boredom and small hopes that a Skywarp with a more developed warping system might actually be a useful Skywarp, but now it was out of pride and obstinate will to prove Soundwave wrong. He is a better mech in every way than the pitiful Decepticon agent, and could easily prove

[panphobiac]

Obviously, Skywarp didn't know or guess at the other's inner turmoil and intricated meditations, simply following him with uncharacteristical spring in his step.

"This place is nice," he observed in a bubbly voice, gesturing towards an entirely unimpressing, small clearing amidst some rubble. "I must remember it."

Data streamed on his screens as he offlined his optics for a moment, clumsily making a note of the coordinates and reaching for his fellow's arm to halt him in his tracks. "Are you having fun, TC?" He inquired, so cheerfully it was almost creepy.

[robotic_adonis]

Thundercrakcer was knocked out of his reveries by the direct question, too preoccupied to even harass his clone brother for touching him. Not to mention the constant use of the nickname. "Hmm? Yes. This is the epitome of fun and exactly how I like to spend my time. Wandering around acting as your guard-dog. This night could only get better if fleshies intervened," he said, sneering at the mere mention of the organic, flightless creatures. He considered demeaning Skywarp a bit to cheer himself up, but decided it was pointless when the dolt wouldn't let it get to him with his current happy-go-lucky attitude. Instead he just kicked some of the ugly rubble into Skywarp's path in hopes he'd trip on it.

The surroundings were bleak and humorless to match his mood, in sharp contrast to the sunshine and happiness exploring beside him.

[panphobiac]

Skywarp nodded happily, the heavy sarcasm flying right over his head like a mech with their same alt-mode would.

Hopping slightly to the side, he tugged at the blue jet's arm again, pointing at the ground. "Careful, TC, if you do that, you might trip on it!" He said, with a little too much emphasis.

He tilted his head to the side to better inspect Thundercracker's expression, his own optics round, wide and scrutinizing. He could sense, with his sharp wits, that the jet wasn't quite as enthused as he was with their little outing. He wondered if he should stop staring and say something along the lines of 'cheer up'.