Nexus, Near a Park Bench, Surprising Turn Of Events
Mal: *sitting on 'George's' shoulders, and humming to herself as she fixes up the wreath of flowers she just put on his head*
DivaShot: *just slightly twitchy*
Mal: There. I think that's pretty. I'm not sure it's Lolita, though. *tilts her head and frowns*
DivaShot: *sigh* No idea....
Mal: You don't sound like you're having fun on your day off. *then looks up and yelps as a big soccer ball comes flying out of nowhere straight at DivaShot*
DivaShot: *was about to answer when he gets beaned by the soccer ball* *YELP*
Drill Boy: *the source of the soccer ball, is chasing after it now* Ball! Ball!
Mal: *protectively hugging DivaShot's head* You !$#$#@ #$%#@$#@ #@$#@ scrapheap!
Drill Boy: *looks up from grabbing his ball* Huh? *blink blink*
Mal: *tells him where to stick his ball. In detail*
Drill Boy: *blink blink* Heeeeey. *Epic. Pout*
DivaShot: *wonders to himself whether something that just hit him in the head with a soccer ball has the right to look that adorable*
Mal: Do you even realize what you did, you afthat??? *dark scowl at the pout*
Drill Boy: *huff* I was just playing soccer!
Mal: You hit George in the head! And made him tear his dress!
Drill Boy: He shouldn't have been standing there! *huffs and storms off to find someone else to play with*
Mal: *jumps up and goes after him* You come back here, you irresponsible twit! We were standing by a fragging PARK BENCH! The whole #@$@##@ world isn't just yours to run roughshod over! Do you know how long I saved to buy that dress!?
DivaShot: *going after Mal to keep her from getting stepped on by accident*
Mal: *angry enough to take the orange bot apart if she catches him!*
Drill Boy: Thrrrpt! Change! *turns into a strange-looking jet and takes off to find someplace else to play*
Mal: BLOODY DECEPTICON SCUMBAG!
DivaShot: *moves to pick Mal up* I didn't see any insignia on him, Mal... He might be a Neutral...
Mal: Badge or not, the illegitimate slagger's a 'Con. *then stops and looks at DivaShot, her visor flashing with surprise*
DivaShot: *blink blink* I have dirt on my face, don't I?
Mal: You just picked me up.
DivaShot: Well, you'd never let me hear the end of it if I let you get stepped on....
Mal: *visor blinks as she stares at him*
DivaShot: Besides, you'd be hopeless without me. *moving to carry Mal towards the Nexus Mall. Since his dress is ripped, the only thing to do is shop for a new one, right?*
Mal: *hides her wibble by hugging him* Whatever. Do you think bot scream would make you fat today?
((co-written with random_xtras))