[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]How To Buff A Truck For Complete Beginners [ Avalanche ]
Nov 19, 2023 19:37:28 GMT -5
Post by Sunstreaker on Nov 19, 2023 19:37:28 GMT -5
...ah. Perhaps that had been some projection on her part. Short and angry femmes and all. It did not bother her. Sunstreaker felt as though she were on a winning streak before the game was even over. A strange thing. One thing was for certain though, and that was Sunny wished Avalanche was into short and angry femmes. Or perhaps... short and prideful femmes. Yes. That stuck much cleaner.
Sunny listened with the buffer on backbeat, finding herself unwinding as Ava went on. It could have been either the tall femme's deep tenor, or the gentle rhythmic whirr of the tool in her hands. Both were soothing to her, in differing ways. Slowly, she began to slot herself into Avalanche's tale.
She was a lieutenant, or some other appropriate commissioned rank. She wore command like an old suit, rank and file in lock-step behind her. Everything is perfect. Nothing is wrong.
Then out of nowhere, the sexiest nemesis of all arrives.
Bane of her existence.
Doubter of judgment.
Fine of aft.
Sunstreaker and Avalanche were two different beings. She probably would've found a way to get Rotor shot, first. Accidentally of course. There was only room for one control-freak perfectionist on the block. Back in the day, she was more versed in being headstrong and stubborn rather than detecting the subtleties of attraction. Probably why she had no comparable story to Ava's epic.
That was sad.
She moved on from the thought. The buffer almost autonomously continued its journey up and down the lengths of the truck's long arms.
Her audials pinged side to side at Ava's last comment. Naughty. Scandalous, even. But also, more importantly than those other two less important things -- informative. Sunny smirked, deploying a bit of levity onto the topic. "Hmhm. Do you like it when your partners call you a dumb-aft while you're both sharing a berth?" It wasn't a jest or a cheap shot, no. It was a little funny, the image. Sunny couldn't judge her. Personally, she had no experience firing insults at the bot she was shmoovin'. But lo and behold, there was an expert opinion before her. Below her.
Sunny listened with the buffer on backbeat, finding herself unwinding as Ava went on. It could have been either the tall femme's deep tenor, or the gentle rhythmic whirr of the tool in her hands. Both were soothing to her, in differing ways. Slowly, she began to slot herself into Avalanche's tale.
She was a lieutenant, or some other appropriate commissioned rank. She wore command like an old suit, rank and file in lock-step behind her. Everything is perfect. Nothing is wrong.
Then out of nowhere, the sexiest nemesis of all arrives.
Bane of her existence.
Doubter of judgment.
Fine of aft.
Sunstreaker and Avalanche were two different beings. She probably would've found a way to get Rotor shot, first. Accidentally of course. There was only room for one control-freak perfectionist on the block. Back in the day, she was more versed in being headstrong and stubborn rather than detecting the subtleties of attraction. Probably why she had no comparable story to Ava's epic.
That was sad.
She moved on from the thought. The buffer almost autonomously continued its journey up and down the lengths of the truck's long arms.
Her audials pinged side to side at Ava's last comment. Naughty. Scandalous, even. But also, more importantly than those other two less important things -- informative. Sunny smirked, deploying a bit of levity onto the topic. "Hmhm. Do you like it when your partners call you a dumb-aft while you're both sharing a berth?" It wasn't a jest or a cheap shot, no. It was a little funny, the image. Sunny couldn't judge her. Personally, she had no experience firing insults at the bot she was shmoovin'. But lo and behold, there was an expert opinion before her. Below her.