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[trollscream]

While you simpletons are running around worried about pointless things, or otherwise being scared of the snow.

[That one's for you, Jetfire.]

I have decided that the places needs a bit more decoration.

[The video will now show that he's outside with the journal and has use the weather to create a rather large ice sculpture which is obviously of

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[AUDIO]

That looks stupid.

[trollscream]

Well you are stupid.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Says the one making snow statues.

[needsnobottle]

[audio]

Impressive. Bored?

[trollscream]

I need something to do around this place.

[Since he's not allowed to shoot people.]

[needsnobottle]

[audio]

And I would've figured the cold would play havoc on your hydraulics.

[She has no idea if he has such a thing; it's a giant robot. Beyond her realm of experience. She's just guessing at this point.]

[video -> commentlog]

[angleofscience]

With reason---

[And then the view of the sculpture. There's obviously more than one problem with having arguments and avoiding each other... and Jetfire not feeling comfortable with going outside.]

... Starscream.

[Here, Starscream, have a view of Jetfire groaning and rubbing his face. Just for you. But frankly, it feels silly having a conversation like this when he could just as well as talking to Starscream directly.

So, the video cuts, and he'll just hope this doesn't turn out to be a bad idea. It does, however, take him several minutes, but it's not as bad as it could have been... he's going out here for a reason after all.]

It's... well done. [Any disbelief is carefully hidden as Jetfire comes up, arms crossed and helm cocked as he studies the sculpture closer.]

Planning future redesign of your frame?

[What was that? A crown and a cape? Starscream, honestly.]

[trollscream]

[Oh, it's you. Starscream just looks over at Jetfire and huffs.]

I'm not talking to you.

[angleofscience]

[No, but insulting him is apparently fine. Jetfire just gives Starscream a look at the huff, crossing his arms.]

Perhaps you shouldn't insult me where I'm bound to see it then, Starscream. If you now really don't want to talk to me.

[His optics stray over at the ice sculpture again, helm cocked. There was an impressive attention to detail, really. Very... artistic.]

[halfbrokenwings]

[Commentlog]

[She wasn't expecting that in the slightest.]

Oh!

[The bard stands there, a moment looking between the snow-statue and the golem and blinks a few times.]

Thats... impressive.

[trollscream]

[Finally someone understands his greatness! ... Maybe.]

Isn't it though?

[If he could puff out like a bird trying to look impressive, he totally would.]

But it still lacks a certain ... spark (hahaha) compared to the real thing.

[halfbrokenwings]

[Ah! She knows that voice! Her wings ruffle, she's pleased with the realization.]

You wouldn't happen to be Starscream- would you be, sir?

[mutedmother]

[text]

[What even, Starscream.]

You're quite talented.

[trollscream]

[text]

Talented in many ways, I assure you.

[mutedmother]

[text]

I'm sure you are.

[Double entendre, what double entendre? Because Jael sure didn't get it.]