Ep1.5 - 'S'up' - Closed
Jun 26, 2013 11:06:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 11:06:16 GMT -5
"You KNOW him?"
It came out more like a squawk of feedback than Downforce had maybe intended, but the low-fidelity blurt through his vocalizer managed to convey his surprise as accurately as the burst through his field. Optics wide, he stared at the cassette who was crawling practically onto his faceplates, aperture mechanisms blown wide as he attempted to focus on her at extreme close range. "Wait, wait," he managed, vents stuttering, "you know him? Seriously?"
If Fairwinds bobbed her helm any faster she was going to torque something in her neck. Downforce groaned and flopped backwards, catching the cassette against his chassis as he went. "Ok," he said, "ok, this, this just doesn't leave this room. EVER. I mean it, Windy, seriously, I'll keep your dirty secrets if you keep mine, and seriously?" His voice rose on the last note, incredulous. "You rode him? What, does the 'bot just like picking up hitchhikers? I am so JEALOUS you never told me!"
He poked at her with one claw. "And yeah, he's white, and smoking hot, and I DON'T pay attention to that slag, you know I don't, so here's me saying it in all seriousness when I don't slagging notice. He's some kinda jet - human military, fighter, I didn't really get a good look from the ground and then from his back, y'know? And we barely had time to give name and number before we had to light out of there, so no, no stories." Downforce poked her again, smirking. "Or he's just the kind who doesn't give rides and tell about it."
It came out more like a squawk of feedback than Downforce had maybe intended, but the low-fidelity blurt through his vocalizer managed to convey his surprise as accurately as the burst through his field. Optics wide, he stared at the cassette who was crawling practically onto his faceplates, aperture mechanisms blown wide as he attempted to focus on her at extreme close range. "Wait, wait," he managed, vents stuttering, "you know him? Seriously?"
If Fairwinds bobbed her helm any faster she was going to torque something in her neck. Downforce groaned and flopped backwards, catching the cassette against his chassis as he went. "Ok," he said, "ok, this, this just doesn't leave this room. EVER. I mean it, Windy, seriously, I'll keep your dirty secrets if you keep mine, and seriously?" His voice rose on the last note, incredulous. "You rode him? What, does the 'bot just like picking up hitchhikers? I am so JEALOUS you never told me!"
He poked at her with one claw. "And yeah, he's white, and smoking hot, and I DON'T pay attention to that slag, you know I don't, so here's me saying it in all seriousness when I don't slagging notice. He's some kinda jet - human military, fighter, I didn't really get a good look from the ground and then from his back, y'know? And we barely had time to give name and number before we had to light out of there, so no, no stories." Downforce poked her again, smirking. "Or he's just the kind who doesn't give rides and tell about it."