[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Target Practice (Ended)
Apr 7, 2018 0:43:12 GMT -5
Post by Carbine on Apr 7, 2018 0:43:12 GMT -5
Carbine knew he was taking a risk with such a joke, and he now knew what things to somewhat avoid when it came to the subject. While the black and white mech did not regard or openly react to the discomfort that Javelin had shown, he was not blind to it and did make a small note about how she eked away and almost seemed to pull into herself in reply. His time as a Cop, needing to be mindful of body language and what others may be thinking ((so they don’t pull a knife on you)) meant that he easily picked up on this, though it was further enforced by the awkward forced laugh that was far from the natural one earlier.
So Javelin was ok with harmless flirting. She thrived and played along with the hollow game from before, but an equally hollow attempt to reference commitment, even if it wasn’t serious in any way, made her shy away... This told him that there was something ugly there, and he would let Bolo chew off his pinky finger if there wasn’t some mech or femme this girl had gotten attached to and was wronged by in the past. While he would happily bet there was someone else in Javelin's past however, he was not going to wager on the cause of the drama. Was she cheated on? Was she dumped? Did they go creeper stalker mode and scare her? Maybe there was an accident? Or maybe it was just another casualty of the war...
"Oh frag ͘y̶es,̕ t̵hi̢s͜ is̡ ̡go͘i͠ng͟ ̡t̶ò boil over like nobodies business, and bel̷ie̕v̨e y͡o͘u͠ me ̢k͘z̧źtt̶ k͠iev͏e-͜li͟ev̴e̵ ͝y͝ou ̛m͏e,͝ I will be one of the first to throw a kick if I can get away with it."
He smirked at this, sidestepping the flirting entirely for a brief moment to focus on the truce and her desire to learn how to make a weapon.
"But until then we gotta' pretend to play nice, wh̢il͏e ͢m̴aki͘ng̷ ̴sta̢bb̵ities on the sideline."
Did this count as weapon research? Nahh... even if it was some nitpicky stupid breach of the weapon part of the truce that Carbine didn't fully understand, he wouldn’t really care. What were the Decepticons going to do? Come into the Outpost and nag at him for daring showing some girl how to turn blunt metal into something that can poke someone? Oh no! the calamity! The travesty! Did that mean they couldn’t even accidentally break some iron glass and pick up the shards? Oh no! He discovered a glass blade!
These comical thoughts pushed his smile a bit more.
"You want t-to learn stuff now? Or want me to make a proper date ĺate̸r̸ ́on͟ with can͡dles?"
While Carbine asked this in amusement, Bolo was busy nibbling on the bit of metal, the Cybertronian not seeming to notice or care. The cassette pinched at the bits of the broken scraps, gently warping its shape and distorting it further with tiny indents and bent patches. It was starting to crumple up a bit not unlike a wad of gum, the metal not able to even remotely hold up to the beast's hydraulic line bite.
So Javelin was ok with harmless flirting. She thrived and played along with the hollow game from before, but an equally hollow attempt to reference commitment, even if it wasn’t serious in any way, made her shy away... This told him that there was something ugly there, and he would let Bolo chew off his pinky finger if there wasn’t some mech or femme this girl had gotten attached to and was wronged by in the past. While he would happily bet there was someone else in Javelin's past however, he was not going to wager on the cause of the drama. Was she cheated on? Was she dumped? Did they go creeper stalker mode and scare her? Maybe there was an accident? Or maybe it was just another casualty of the war...
"Oh frag ͘y̶es,̕ t̵hi̢s͜ is̡ ̡go͘i͠ng͟ ̡t̶ò boil over like nobodies business, and bel̷ie̕v̨e y͡o͘u͠ me ̢k͘z̧źtt̶ k͠iev͏e-͜li͟ev̴e̵ ͝y͝ou ̛m͏e,͝ I will be one of the first to throw a kick if I can get away with it."
He smirked at this, sidestepping the flirting entirely for a brief moment to focus on the truce and her desire to learn how to make a weapon.
"But until then we gotta' pretend to play nice, wh̢il͏e ͢m̴aki͘ng̷ ̴sta̢bb̵ities on the sideline."
Did this count as weapon research? Nahh... even if it was some nitpicky stupid breach of the weapon part of the truce that Carbine didn't fully understand, he wouldn’t really care. What were the Decepticons going to do? Come into the Outpost and nag at him for daring showing some girl how to turn blunt metal into something that can poke someone? Oh no! the calamity! The travesty! Did that mean they couldn’t even accidentally break some iron glass and pick up the shards? Oh no! He discovered a glass blade!
These comical thoughts pushed his smile a bit more.
"You want t-to learn stuff now? Or want me to make a proper date ĺate̸r̸ ́on͟ with can͡dles?"
While Carbine asked this in amusement, Bolo was busy nibbling on the bit of metal, the Cybertronian not seeming to notice or care. The cassette pinched at the bits of the broken scraps, gently warping its shape and distorting it further with tiny indents and bent patches. It was starting to crumple up a bit not unlike a wad of gum, the metal not able to even remotely hold up to the beast's hydraulic line bite.