"I hate divorces." Frostbite glared at the paperwork on her desk, the spreading mess of the joining agreement, the last three drafts of the separation agreement, the last two drafts of the other party's separation agreement, precedent cases, and medical records of both the divorcing couple and their lawyers.
"Well, at least it's not your divorce," Bumper pointed out as he tried to herd her desk into some semblance of order.
The female glared at her assistant. No, it wasn't her divorce. Three years ago, it would have been. One year ago, it could have been. Hell, last month, it could have been. And when tomorrow came, it might tempt her to make it her own divorce.
Elita One was infuriating and wonderful by turns. Proud as the ocean - a quiet, unassuming pride that knew her strength and had eons of experience in overcoming others. Steadfast as a rock and nearly as unbending when she dug her heels in. Vicious and under-handed, but oh-so broken.
It still ached to be reminded how powerfully Elita One had loved Optimus, and that she
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This is adorable and awesome on so many levels, but right now all I can process is the howling hilarity of Motormaster and Silverbolt's divorce. :D :D :D :D *DEAD*
You may blame Silverbolt and Motormaster's divorce on the ever-lovable monoshiri.
"...and no one shall lay hands on my ex's cockpit, or anywhere else about his person, lest he lose those hands...possessive much?" "...shut up and sign the scrapping forms."
I was pretty sure I remembered that right, but figured it was better safe than sorry to ask. ^_^
What is probate?
I bet Poinsettia will be quite the heartbreaker when she grows up, too, but that may just be me. Have this vague notion of her doing teenage-rebellion by joining the Decepticons. Give her moms fits, that will.
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"Well, at least it's not your divorce," Bumper pointed out as he tried to herd her desk into some semblance of order.
The female glared at her assistant. No, it wasn't her divorce. Three years ago, it would have been. One year ago, it could have been. Hell, last month, it could have been. And when tomorrow came, it might tempt her to make it her own divorce.
Elita One was infuriating and wonderful by turns. Proud as the ocean - a quiet, unassuming pride that knew her strength and had eons of experience in overcoming others. Steadfast as a rock and nearly as unbending when she dug her heels in. Vicious and under-handed, but oh-so broken.
It still ached to be reminded how powerfully Elita One had loved Optimus, and that she ( ... )
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argh must go to bed it is 3.30 in the morning @_@
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"...and no one shall lay hands on my ex's cockpit, or anywhere else about his person, lest he lose those hands...possessive much?"
"...shut up and sign the scrapping forms."
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What is probate?
I bet Poinsettia will be quite the heartbreaker when she grows up, too, but that may just be me. Have this vague notion of her doing teenage-rebellion by joining the Decepticons. Give her moms fits, that will.
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