[Log - Being Human is Hard to Do]

[yellowbeebot]

Who:Bumblebee, Arcee and Blackout
Where: An Undisclosed Army Base in Nevada
When This morning
What: Being Human Sucks
Warnings: None

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[death_chopper]

Blackout should have realized it would be far, far too much to hope that he would be left to sleep himself out on the couch in peace. He'd had a long night--and a rough two days before that, trying to fend for himself--and he was fragging tired. The last thing he needed was to be woken by a kick that caught him in the hip.

And worse, his body tried to boot up in panic mode, so he woke with a yell and a flail that spilled him to the floor. He shoved himself up off his face, disoriented until he remembered where it was, exactly, that he'd fallen asleep...

And the promise he'd had to make to get to come here.

"Hnn. My apologies, Autobot," he growled, not the least trace of sincerity in his tone.

[yellowbeebot]

"I know that, Blenderbutt. You don't have to remind me!" He harumphs, then picks up the remote control to turn on the television. That would distract him from Blackout and their awkward predicament, surely.

[death_chopper]

Blackout scowled, ignoring the TV and Arcee making noise in the kitchen both. "Don't call me that," he snapped, bristling. Occasionally he would tolerate, for the sake of the situation, but he didn't want Bumblebee to think he was going to tolerate being addressed that way on a regular basis.

[yellowbeebot]

"What, you don't like the name Blenderbutt?" He smirked, beginning to flip channels. Boring. Boring. Boring.

"I think it's a good name."

[death_chopper]

"I already have a name," he said, scowl only deepening, "and it is more than adequate. I hardly need another."

Particularly not a derogatory nickname thought up by an Autobot.

[yellowbeebot]

"Yeah, so? I like my version of your name better. It suits you!" Bumblebee, poking Decepticons is not a good idea when they are this close to you. He laughed, flipping through a couple more channels.

[death_chopper]

He knew he shouldn't be letting this get to him. He was being baited, he knew it--probably a plot to get him to behave badly so they'd have an excuse to throw him out, his paranoia insisted--but he couldn't help it. He was annoyed.

He rose to his feet, hands fisted at his sides, but at least had the control to remain against the wall. "It does not," he insisted in a growl.

[yellowbeebot]

Bumblebee swore he could smell something burning. But that's not important! He has to argue with Blackout.

"It is! Really! I mean, those blades really bring out your skidplate." He snickered quietly.

[death_chopper]

You'd think the one of them who'd actually been human before would notice the less-than-pleasant odor of burning food and realize it's probably not a good thing, but Blackout was about at caught up in the argument as Bumblebee.

He narrowed his eyes. "I've seen my schematics," he snapped, "I know they obscure it more than anything else."

[yellowbeebot]

"Aww, why so bashful, Blenderbutt. Here I am complimenting you and you're angry. You silly old 'Con." His tone is mocking and light. It's obvious that he's not really complimenting Blackout, right?

[death_chopper]

Oh, it's obvious. Even to Blackout, who is, occasionally, horrendously oblivious. He crossed his arms again, gripping his biceps tightly, and muttered, "A compliment paid with insincerity is hardly a compliment at all."