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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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He tries crossing his arms again only to give Sixshot's paw a flat look. "Are you going to let me up or do I need to make you?"
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"Mmm. Hmmmm." Yes, very thoughtful this one is.
After that little show though, he turns a toothy and extremely smug smile at Rampage.
"Make me."
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Squirming and heaving at Sixshot's massive paw, he gets himself into position then lets his faceplate snap open, briefly revealing row upon row of his own vicious, pointy teeth, before he buries them in Sixshot's foot.
Phase Sixers may have frames infused with nigh indestructible magic metal, but that outer armor is still armor, tough as it may be.