video; backdated to a day or so after Prom

[redshitlord]

So uh... say... you were at a thing. Having a good time, and everything is just great.

But then... your memory gets kind of fuzzy. Like, wow I shouldn't have run into that electric generator in the back of the scrapyard kind of fuzzy.

[A beat.]

Not that that's ever happened! I'm just saying!

[Okay, Sideswipe, what are you trying to get at.]

And then... you think maybe you did something kind of really weird. But you're not like... sure?

Is that just me? It's not just me, right?

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[redshitlord]

Yeah, I'll think really hard about how I'm supposed to magically know who's keeping scrap secret from who.

Sure, I'll get right on that.

[taselikeabee]

That's not what I meant.

[ good gawd. daft kid is daft. ]

It's called being observant and knowing what to say and when to say it. Secrets slip. It happens and no, this really isn't your fault. So I am sorry for jumping on you about it.

You still need to learn tact, regardless.

[redshitlord]

How is it not tactful if I'm answering a question about my Bee? Huh?

Geez. There's no winning with you old geezers, is there! You're worse than Strongarm. By like. Light years.

[taselikeabee]

The moment she started to show signs of distress - or a verbal double take - should have been a clue.

Then again, you haven't actually been involved in warfare, have you? You haven't had to watch people in front of you die - people you care about and have known most of your life. That's why saying something like you did so flippantly is tactless.

[redshitlord]

People do that all the time when they're talking to me. Quit yelling like I'm supposed to read processors.

... Wow. I take it back. I would really rather get lectured by Strongarm than talked down to by Bee's Cranky Copy.

[taselikeabee]

Kid, you haven't seen or heard cranky.

[redshitlord]

Oh yeah I have.