*pokes idly at the journal* Not like I got anything better to do...

[toughguytruck]

Life sucks. Period. Megatron's got us all on standby on account of Unicron and I have to put up with that slagger Deathscythe in our ranks. And he's looking at Snowcat all the time, and Snowcat is looking at him and I can barely take it. Plus this guy's real strong; Megatron loves him.

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[apprentice_lurk]

Is there any possible way I could convince you that this might be a good thing without you taking a missile to my aft?

[toughguytruck]

*grumpy* No.

[apprentice_lurk]

Didn't think so, but I thought I'd better ask first. I'd rather not find out first-hand this time.

*looks up at him, then meanders carefully over to sit by his side; after a minute, looking up again to check he wasn't about to go postal on her, leans lightly and just as carefully against his shin. There's no way she's going to try hugging him when he's in a mood, but she just sits there, quietly and unobtrusively*

[toughguytruck]

*looks down and glares, then gently kicks her way* What do you want?