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robothell2015-06-02 09:01 pm
phase6kindofbot) wrote in robothell2015-06-02 09:01 pm
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Who: Sixshot, Tarn and anyone.
Where: Some place!
When: The day after prom!
What: Sixshot trying to deal with the devastating aftermath of the spectacularly disastrous prom party.
Warnings: Awkward teenage super robot drama. Also discussions of sex?
For Tarn
Unfortunately for Sixshot's new found sense of shame, the six-former's sense of obligation was still stronger. It took a bit more motivation than usual to drag himself out of humiliated hiding, but he manages it and arrives a prim ten minutes early to the agreed meeting point.
And then he just sits.
And tries not to think too hard about the upcoming talk, quietly grateful that his canine face wasn't too expressive.
If Tarn tries to kill him today...
Honestly, Tarn wasn't going to kill him today because, frankly, Sixshot wasn't going to let him. He was not going to die being known for what happened last night, so help him Primus.
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The giant murderous space dog is attempting a new strategy: being small.
And hiding.
After shoving most of his mass into subspace, Sixshot was quickly being enlightened to the fact that the dead city actually had a surprising amount of hiding places. He'd never though about it before: Phase Sixers didn't hide after all. Ambush tactics were for the weaker.
On the other hand, Phase Sixers also were never trained to deal with social situations gone so awry that they would actually want to hide. Sixshot certainly never was, anyways.
He quietly curses Megatron's short-sightedness because, clearly, this was all his creator's fault, and shuffles deeper into the hole.
To most outsiders, he was barely more than a white nose sticking out of a wall.
Where: Some place!
When: The day after prom!
What: Sixshot trying to deal with the devastating aftermath of the spectacularly disastrous prom party.
Warnings: Awkward teenage super robot drama. Also discussions of sex?
For Tarn
Unfortunately for Sixshot's new found sense of shame, the six-former's sense of obligation was still stronger. It took a bit more motivation than usual to drag himself out of humiliated hiding, but he manages it and arrives a prim ten minutes early to the agreed meeting point.
And then he just sits.
And tries not to think too hard about the upcoming talk, quietly grateful that his canine face wasn't too expressive.
If Tarn tries to kill him today...
Honestly, Tarn wasn't going to kill him today because, frankly, Sixshot wasn't going to let him. He was not going to die being known for what happened last night, so help him Primus.
Open
The giant murderous space dog is attempting a new strategy: being small.
And hiding.
After shoving most of his mass into subspace, Sixshot was quickly being enlightened to the fact that the dead city actually had a surprising amount of hiding places. He'd never though about it before: Phase Sixers didn't hide after all. Ambush tactics were for the weaker.
On the other hand, Phase Sixers also were never trained to deal with social situations gone so awry that they would actually want to hide. Sixshot certainly never was, anyways.
He quietly curses Megatron's short-sightedness because, clearly, this was all his creator's fault, and shuffles deeper into the hole.
To most outsiders, he was barely more than a white nose sticking out of a wall.
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They'd seen each other a scant few times and the interactions hadn't exactly been... 'friendly'. Or much of anything at all, for that matter. It was hard to understand emotional cues from an alien robot- even harder to understand them when the alien robot wasn't really expressive.
Sixshot is not entirely sure what to think about it. After a few seconds, he decides he doesn't want to think about it and sighs, settling back down.
"Like I said. Do what you want," he grumbles, optics finally flicking to the damaged leg. "I'd go the clinic if I were you, though."
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At the mention of going to the clinic though, she does look at her leg.
"It is not as bad as it appears to be," she responds, even though it is very obviously a wound from being shot at. "But this Unit will go to the clinic, later."
Sorry, she wants to hang around Sixshot. Even if it's just hanging around being quiet and/or awkward.
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And that's really the end of that on his part. If she didn't want to get fixed, that was on her. If he'd cared a little more, he might have just plucked her off the ground and took her to the clinic, but he doesn't know her terribly well. It was one of the unfortunate downsides of having a wobbly sense of empathy.
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And since Sixshot has gone silent? She's not going to say anything else on her end either. Instead just semi-leaning against the wall near his snout hole and just staring at nothing in particular.
... This would probably be very awkward if it was any one other than these two.