ROOOOOBOT PROOOOM

[rodders]

Who: ALL ROBOTS.
Where: THE FORUM
When: RIGHT THE FUCK NOW
What: ROBOT PROM
Warnings: teenagers making out, galvatron doing his thing, a throwdown between first aid and tarn over sixshot. usual prom shit.


ROBOT PROM

the punch has been spiked, the music is whatever they could scrape together, and there’s bleachers to make out behind. takes place OUTSIDE in the forum so there's plenty of space and people can easily crash it.

prom king is optimus prime, prom queen is pipes.

please behave as irresponsibly as you would at real prom.

comment around, mingle, you all know the drill.

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[sparkwhisperer]

The look that Tarn is giving Sixshot from behind his mask is akin to that of someone who’s puppy has just been simultaneously run over and shot.

“Why are you telling me this? You could have gotten away with it."

He begins to get up on unsteady feet, desperately needing to get away and collect himself. He hasn’t even completely gotten over Megatron’s betrayal; now Sixshot? He wonders why the Phase Sixer didn’t tell him when they had first met. Why hadn’t he just killed Tarn in that abandoned building and nipped this whole fiasco in the bud?

“I trusted you."

It’s all he can think to say.

[phase6kindofbot]

"My entire existence has turned out to be a sham, from rebirth to waking up here." Sixshot watches Tarn get up for a moment before quietly shutting off his optical feed and lying back down. "Figured neither of us needed more lies."

"... I trust you still," he murmurs, resting his head atop his paws. "You're one of the few real connections I have left to the Cause."

[sparkwhisperer]

Dimming his optics, Tarn stops in his tracks. He looks over at Sixshot, unsure of what to say. What could he say?

“I just... need some time to sort through this.” He is frozen in indecision. “We should talk tomorrow.”

He pauses to place his hand on the massive Phase Sixer’s head, right between his ears, before turning to leave.

Suddenly, he feels the need for a few stiff drinks.

[phase6kindofbot]

The gentle weight of Tarn's palm on his head comes as a surprise. Sixshot relights one optic in curiosity, watching the DJD commander leave.