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.

Comments

[planate]

"Yesss...take the prom monarch to his chambers."

Pipes what are you talking about. He manages to get there without puking or passing out, though. WINNER.

[scaredybot]

"It's not your chamber!" Mayday says with a squeak of laughter. Before playfully shoving Pipes at the bed.

[planate]

This is where he trips over his own feet, after being shoved at the bed - gentle though it may have been.

He's not hurt at all, he just flops onto the side, grabbing it then pounding his fist on the flat surface.

"I claim it!"

[scaredybot]

Mayday is a little worried when Pipes topples, but he doesn't seem any worse for wear.

Giving a squawk of disapproval, he says, "You can't claim it, it's my slab!"

Don't mind that he's grinning. He super disapproves. Really.

[planate]

Hauling himself up, he rolls onto it.

"Too late."

[scaredybot]

"Wh-what?! Rude!"

Mayday huffs dramatically for a while, then sits down on the edge of the bed.

"I should just roll you right back off."

[planate]

"Sacrilege! Blaspheme! Treasonous claim!"

He yells, waving his hands though still lying on his back.

[scaredybot]

"You're ridiculous," Mayday says, staring down at Pipes with a rather adoring smile.

[planate]

"It's law, I don't make 'em, I just enforce 'em!"

He rolls over, grabbing Mayday's waist with both arms and rolling back, pulling him over.

[scaredybot]

"You-" Mayday squeals, interrupted by being dragged over to sprawl over Pipes.

Face blazing, he stutters incoherently, put thoroughly off guard by the warm fuzzy feelings buzzing through his systems.

[planate]

Pipes doesn't say anything, he just wraps his arms and legs around Mayday.

"Dungeon for you. All night."

[scaredybot]

"Dungeon-!" Mayday makes all sorts of flustered noises, before finally relaxing and hiding his face against Pipes's chest.

"You're really silly."

[planate]

He rests his head on top of Mayday's.

"It's allowed. This is a silly planet."

[scaredybot]

"Silly isn't the adjective I'd use..." Mayday mumbles.

"But it can be kind of nice. With, um, with you."

[planate]

"The monarch was sleeping on rocks this past week. Now he is hugging his good friend."

Pipes nods.

"Definitely better."

[scaredybot]

Try not to mind Mayday giggling like a 5-year-old child at a sleepover. He curls his gangly limbs in, relaxing on Pipes.

"You, um, if you want you can, uh. You can stay here. If you don't mind the deer. So you don't have to sleep on rocks."

[planate]

Enjoy some awkward back patting.

"Love the deer. Will definitely have to consider this."

[scaredybot]

Tilting his head up, Mayday very carefully boops his face guard against Pipes's chin.

"That would... That would be nice."

[planate]

...And Pipes has completely killed the mood by falling asleep, snoring slightly.

Sorry, pal.

[scaredybot]

Mayday doesn't mind one bit. He just snuggles up more comfortably himself on top of Pipes and starts to doze off himself