i cant think of a funny title

[planate]

Who: pipes and......you????
What: bang the minibot. cuddle him. slowly press a pie into his face. whatever
When: during the fuckening. the bangarang. the dingle dangle dongle
Where: AROUND
Warnings: hahahahahahhahahahahah



a.

Pipes knows the deal. He knows what the pollen has done to him and that he doesn't need to go to the medibay. He wants to handle this like an adult, but he has a big problem.

He is a really, really shitty adult.

He'll be around, wherever anyone wants to run into him. Adorable, horny minibots go where they are needed.

b.

Well, this was awkward. Despite his... efforts, Pipes had been unable to get rid of The Feeling.

Honestly, it was getting to the point where he was outright annoyed with the situation - he just wanted to carry on as normal after going a few rounds with both himself and perhaps some other people.

It didn't work. Nothing had worked. Pipes comes to a stop from his near constant driving and transforms, stumbling into a wall. He's quiet for a moment, then punches it in frustration.

...


"Ow! Frag it! Ow!"

c. closed to mayday

Okay, you know what? Fuck it. Pipes wants to get laid with someone he cares about. More than average, at least.

He'd made a beeline for Mayday's ship-house and called up the lift shaft a few times.

Heh. Shaft.

Comments

[planate]

Pipes shrugs.

"Not everyone has to like you."

[fuckinstoplights]

"But doesn't that make it hard to make friends?"

Please explain to him the facts of a social life, Pipes.

[planate]

"Not really."

Sweet honey child

"There's a lot of people around. Like. Thousands. Not here, specifically, but in general."

[fuckinstoplights]

"... what?"

Good job, Pipes. Look how confused he is now.

[planate]

"What, what?"

Two confused nerds. Oh dear.

[fuckinstoplights]

"There's... that many people?"

He just looks shocked.

[planate]

"...Yeah?"

[fuckinstoplights]

"That's..." He shakes his head. "How do you keep track?"

[planate]

"Okay, I just..."

He waves his free hand.

"How many people have you met before this?"

[fuckinstoplights]

"... Maybe ten."

And that's being generous. But he hadn't really paid that much attention to all the mechanics building him.

Just the one person who mattered most.

[planate]

...


Wow, uh.


"Kagerou, I don't mean any offence by this, but how old are you?"

[fuckinstoplights]

"... I don't know."

Because he had no idea when he came online, or how many days had passed since then.

[planate]

This explains so much.

"Alright, don't worry about it then. Was just wondering."

[fuckinstoplights]

"... Is that wrong? Not knowing?"

Oops, wow now he's worried.

[planate]

"No, not really. I don't know exactly how old I am. Just vaguely."

[fuckinstoplights]

"How old is vaguely?"

[planate]

"Five... five million. Give or take a few thousand."

[fuckinstoplights]

".... what?"

He didn't even know numbers could go that high.

[planate]

"I mean, it's not that old, considering."

[fuckinstoplights]

"That's... "

He just stares at Pipes for a minute.

"That's a lot of years."

[planate]

"I like to think I've aged well."

I'M SO SORRY

[fuckinstoplights]

"How much longer are you going to live...?"

Because wow. If Pipes is already millions of years old -- nothing lives that long, right?

10 YEARS DUNGEON

[planate]

His engine actually stalls for a moment, there, and it takes him a moment to 'recover'.

"Dunno. Depends on what happens." wheeze

I REALLY AM SORRY...

[fuckinstoplights]

He blinks. That sound cuts through the haze of the pollen's effect and he pulls back a bit.

"Pipes... are you all right?"

100 YEARS DUNGEON

[planate]

"Ah, I, yeah! Fine!"

He thumps his chest.

"Think my vents just drew something in!"