While you're wondering what the hell to be are you wishing you were ugly like me?
Ransack is tucked away inside his room, rigging up strands of LED lights while a music box plays in the background. He bounces in time to the song, singing along when he can pick out the words
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*winces when the bit about strong-arming is broadcast to the entire Nexus*
//Ransack. Do you realize that channel is public?//
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//Be more careful what you say on it, henceforth
//And what do you want femmes for?//
*In Cyclonus' experience, femmes are Autobots or organics. Or Starscreams.*
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*may or may not be saluting his ceiling sarcastically*
// 'N don't I want 'em fer! Femmes're wondaful creatures, what wit' all dem gorgeous curves 'n sweet voices. *wistful sigh* A good femme cin make a mech feel real good, yanno? //
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*hesitates before grudgingly opening a comm to the mech; though most've her thoughts from the night are fuzzy, she'd heard from one of the medics that Ransack was the one who'd carted her to the med-bay; so she decides to swallow her pride ... for once*
//Hey ... it's ugh, Ransack right?// *huffs a sigh* //This is the drunk blue femme from before. Well, not drunk now but ... Ah, you know what I mean!// *twitches; she's not too good at sucking up her pride* //Listen, just thought I'd say ... thanks. You know, for bringing me t'the med-bay... //
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//Still recovering from the ungodly hangover that followed, but yeah. M'still alive// *hesitates before warily asking* //... How bad was I?//
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// 'N well, not knowin' much 'bout yer default state, I dunno if I cin give ya 'n accurate opinion, but y'were gigglin' 'n tumblin' all ova' da place. Yer lucky 'n unscrupulous mech din't find ya, or ya might've gotten taken advantage. //
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