robothell | Boom Boom Ackla Lacka Boom

WHO: Grimlock and WHOMEVER
WHERE: The City!
WHEN: Sex pollen!
WHAT: Open the door, get on the floor, everybody fuck the dinosaur
WARNINGS: Coming up on your mudflaps at 67, the truck fuck, the horizontal monster mash, the sex

[A. The City]

[When these plants started springing up, what was the dinobot's first instinct? Collect them, of course! Since when does Cybertron get metal flowers? It almost made up for the influx of little creepy animals appearing on this planet.

He gathers them up by the bunches, not bothering to notice the spores flying out everywhere with each bounce. Things had been a little awkward with him and Sideswipe and this would sure make things between them less tense!

But after a few minutes of directly sticking his face into these flowers, he started to feel...weird. It was like a combination of giddy, overheating, and sluggishness.

Grimlock staggers over to the nearest rock, refusing to let go of his quarry.]

Ugh...think I took some bad energon...

[B. Wherever--this is your Wildcard]

[Later on, the dinobot looks more...delirious, like he caught the whiff of some bad sulfuric acid. Grimlock totters back and forth, looking a bit preoccupied with urgent business, if not a little hot in the face. By which he means it feels like he's on fire.]

Threaded | Flat

[Plants are so not interesting. He'd tossed a few handfuls out of the house he and Grim had been kicking around in, only belatedly noticing the dust covering his hands. Gross.]

[Brushing it off only really makes it streak everywhere. Ugh. Even worse. Needless to say, the red bot has found himself a shower, a working one. They'd made sure that much worked in their new house, anyway. He didn't bother closing the door, though.]

[No matter how cold he ran the water, though, it never seemed to cool the rev of his engine, or the weird heat pulsing through his frame.]

(Dante isn't one for flowers. They're just not his thing, yet he keeps finding them scattered about the planet. Given all of that pollen they're releasing, spreading probably isn't a problem for them.

No, the real problem is that they're starting to get annoying.

There's not much escape from them in the city, unfortunately, but at least he didn't feel as surrounded by them with the buildings around, decrepit or otherwise. He arrives at the rock the green dinosaur has rested against, where his tolerance for the pollen hits a limit...and he sneezes.)

This stuff's getting you too, huh?

BOTH

A