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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[scaredybot]

"I'm okay," Mayday says, giving Pipes a grin that's only slightly wobbly.

"There's, wow, yeah. There's a lot of people. It's very, um-" He waves his hands around as if that explains everything. "But it's- I mean I'm- You know, it's not-!"

He takes a deep vent then gives Pipes his brightest smile. "You're here."

And that makes everything okay.

[planate]

Pipes faceplate goes positively pink at that comment. Gosh. Gosh!!

"I--" he covers his face. Oh god this is too much. "Y-you too!"

[scaredybot]

Mayday's own cheeks start to glow, and he's not sure what to say! So instead of saying anything he just slowly sidles closer to Pipes until their shoulders touch.

And then everyone in the party died from acute weenie poisoning.

[planate]

RIP everyone they will be missed except perhaps Tarn and Pharma.

He enjoys it, leans into it and slides his arm around Mayday's own shoulder.

Then his over-big crown loses its balance and decides to slide forward lodge itself over his optics.

[scaredybot]

Mayday places his hand on his face shield over his mouth as a snort and giggle escape him. It does nothing to muffle the sound and in apology he gently nudges the crown back into place

[planate]

He's gonna do it. MAYBE THIS WAS HIS PLAN ALL ALONG (it wasn't)

When Mayday gets close to nudge the crown Pipes takes it as an opportunity... to bomp his faceplate into Mayday's visor.

He does what he can without a mouth, alright.

[scaredybot]

Mayday's head promptly catches on fire. Okay, not really, but his face is blazing bright enough to see in the dark now.

Oh gosh, did Pipes do that on purpose? Was that a kiss? What does he do! He feels lightheaded and his fuel tanks are fluttering and his spark feels funny, he might be dying.

"Squeak?"

[planate]

Laughing, Pipes slides his arm back over Mayday's shoulders, then nods.

"Squeak."

[scaredybot]

Mayday is deeply flustered! And happy. He's pretty sure he's very happy. But also extremely flustered.

He opens and closes his mouth several times, aborting trying to say anything when he's pretty sure he's just going to squeak.

Finally he asks, hesitantly, "Are we dating?"

[planate]

"Well," he says, "I did ask you out on a date. Then we came to prom together."

It was all a ruse, he actually whispered 'no homo' before all this.

[scaredybot]

"I-I know that! But- but-" He gives Pipes big sparkly puppy eyes, twiddling his fingers nervously. "Are we dating?"

Say the thing, Pipes. Say it for certain!

[planate]

He nods happily.

"Yes."

[scaredybot]

There is a shrill noise in the air, not unlike a dog whistle or a boiling kettle. It's coming from Mayday.

He's at an overly excited loss of words but that doesn't stop him from throwing himself at Pipes and wrapping his arms around him.

[planate]

Pipes was not prepared for a such a forceful hug and stumbles backwards slightly, but manages to grab Mayday back and not fall over.

He bomps his faceplate against Mayday's visor again, "You're happy about that, I take it?"

[scaredybot]

Wow, he can't stop blushing! Mayday tentatively bomps Pipes back, loosening his noodle-like grip.

"Y-yeah! I've never- I, um, I've never dated anybody before "

[planate]

"Me neither."

A pause.

"I... have no idea what I'm doing. I think we're doing it right though."

[scaredybot]

Mayday gives a giggle, more giddy than nervous for once, resting his forehead against Pipes's.

"It feels pretty right."

[planate]

"I have to say the same. Shot the dark hit the target, right!"

He cups Maydays face lightly. This gay is reaching critical mass.

[scaredybot]

Mayday makes a little noise that is the vocal equivalent of his knees going weak.

Before things get sweet enough to choke everyone at the party, the moment is interrupted by the night's burgeoning cat fight.

"Um," he says, turning to stare at First Aid and Tarn.

[planate]

It catches Pipe's attention slightly later than Mayday's and he looks up, still holding Mayday's face.

"I... hm. Well."

Awkwaaaard.

[scaredybot]

Mayday looks progressively more horrified with each passing second, before he finally squeaks.

"Um, maybe we should- maybe I should- oh, hey! There sure is somewhere else I'd like to be right now!"

Run away and hide with him, Pipes. It's the only way to deal with conflict.

[planate]

"We can go back to your place if you'd like."

Not in a SEXY WAY in a 'wow let's not be around these GIANT MOTHERFUCKERS ABOUT TO CATFIGHT'

Too bad he didn't specify.

[scaredybot]

Mayday is far too nervous about impending catfights and TMI to take Pipes's suggestion as anything other than the perfect excuse to go home and hide.

Why must you be such a weenie, Mayday.

"That sounds great," he says, voice getting progressively shriller. Dropping backwards into vehicle, a very nervous treaded motorbike shakes in place. "Let's go right now."

[planate]

"I'll follow you." he says, doing the same.

Take them somewhere proper, Mayday. The burden of leadership is on your shoulders.

[scaredybot]

Ugh, don't make it sound like responsibility, Pipes! Responsibility makes him nervous.

Leading the way home, however, makes him the opposite of nervous. Every meter closer to his ship is a meter closer to safety and comfort! By the time he drives up and summons his elevator, he almost looks relaxed.

Almost.