[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]A Matter of Necessity - [Closed]
Aug 5, 2017 0:51:16 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Aug 5, 2017 0:51:16 GMT -5
"Oh what, becaus̀e som̵e b͞oun̶t̶y hunter Cybertronian neùtr̴als͢ ͞a͝ré g͏oi̕ng͡ ̕t͡o ̨fly out of the sky and steal from an organized t-team̷ ̸of Autobots?!"
Carbine barked out a laugh, absolutely in awe about Skirmisher. The guy was SO serious and SO uptight it seemed, he really reminded him a great deal of some of the other cops back in his old team. While many learned to loosen up over time after they became integrated and their individual personalities started to bloom, it didn’t mean others still didn’t have a rod stuck so far up their tailpipe they thought they had to walk a certain way or they'd break something inside.
Swinging a hand up, Carbine tried to thwack Skirmisher on the shoulder with the back of his hand after the other mech finished stating his concerns over fire and scanners or other super serious nonsense. The impact if it were to hit, would be minimal compared to the damage a Cybertronian could dish out, but it could still sting, it meant to be a sharp 'snap out of it'.
"Relax yo͞u u̧p̴ti͟ght bug ding-"
He said snarkilly with a happy tone, using terminology from Prison that sounded so innocent, but really wasn’t. He was effectively calling the mech a lunatic straight up, without being so blunt he could get in trouble again by Bumblebee. I mean, it sounded like such an innocent insult if you didn't know better!
"All we got to worry abóut̡ is̶ ̨hauĺi̧n͢g͜ ̨t̕h̶ings, and d-doing any heavy labor."
It was time for Carbine to shine really. Everyone seemed so grim and down, and sure... he played a role in that too, but already now that he was out of the base and away from Optimus, and Zoom-Zoom was no longer looming behind him, he was starting to feel better.
Reaching forward, Carbine picked up the Energon cube he had gotten earlier in his left hand, his tank churning in sudden longing. This was a partial mistake though, as Bolo who had been begging this entire time, tipped over to desperation as he started to bound up on his hind legs, swinging a paw out at Carbine's hands to try to knock the cube down. The black and white mech reached out, and clunked his free hand over the canine's forehead, pushing him back as Bolo garbled out in protest.
"So, no time̴ ̧li͞k͝e̛ ̷the ̷pr͞esent eh?!"
Carbine barked out a laugh, absolutely in awe about Skirmisher. The guy was SO serious and SO uptight it seemed, he really reminded him a great deal of some of the other cops back in his old team. While many learned to loosen up over time after they became integrated and their individual personalities started to bloom, it didn’t mean others still didn’t have a rod stuck so far up their tailpipe they thought they had to walk a certain way or they'd break something inside.
Swinging a hand up, Carbine tried to thwack Skirmisher on the shoulder with the back of his hand after the other mech finished stating his concerns over fire and scanners or other super serious nonsense. The impact if it were to hit, would be minimal compared to the damage a Cybertronian could dish out, but it could still sting, it meant to be a sharp 'snap out of it'.
"Relax yo͞u u̧p̴ti͟ght bug ding-"
He said snarkilly with a happy tone, using terminology from Prison that sounded so innocent, but really wasn’t. He was effectively calling the mech a lunatic straight up, without being so blunt he could get in trouble again by Bumblebee. I mean, it sounded like such an innocent insult if you didn't know better!
"All we got to worry abóut̡ is̶ ̨hauĺi̧n͢g͜ ̨t̕h̶ings, and d-doing any heavy labor."
It was time for Carbine to shine really. Everyone seemed so grim and down, and sure... he played a role in that too, but already now that he was out of the base and away from Optimus, and Zoom-Zoom was no longer looming behind him, he was starting to feel better.
Reaching forward, Carbine picked up the Energon cube he had gotten earlier in his left hand, his tank churning in sudden longing. This was a partial mistake though, as Bolo who had been begging this entire time, tipped over to desperation as he started to bound up on his hind legs, swinging a paw out at Carbine's hands to try to knock the cube down. The black and white mech reached out, and clunked his free hand over the canine's forehead, pushing him back as Bolo garbled out in protest.
"So, no time̴ ̧li͞k͝e̛ ̷the ̷pr͞esent eh?!"