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[planate]

Who: pipe and mayday and ???
What: ANOTHER WEENIE DATE
When: grunts
Where: around
Warnings: gay

Pipes was probably not as bothered about the pollen as he should be. He's not in denial about it like he is with several other things - that would involve invalidating the other people involved - but at the same time he's not entirely sure how to deal with it all. Miria had run away when he'd tried to apologise for acting so strangely but... not much he can do about that.

He stands at the bottom of Mayday's elevator, looking up and wondering if he's even doing the right thing. Pipes didn't realise feelings were so hard. He really hopes none of this happens again.

Taking the can tied to string hanging down, Pipes stares at it for a moment then gives it a tug. He's not entirely sure how this works.

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[planate]

He's fine. He's fallen over before and there's barely a scratch.

"Mayday."

Pipes watches him flail for a few more seconds.

"Mayday."

[scaredybot]

Mayday's mouth shuts with an audible snap, and he stares at Pipes, he expression of panic dissolving into one of sheepishness.

"Um. I guess I, uh. Got a little. Carried away?"

[planate]

"Yeah buddy, just a bit."

His visor brightens, though, and one could imagine if he had a mouth he'd be smiling.

"Come on, we're almost at the top. Don't wanna miss the sunset."

[scaredybot]

"S-sorry. That, nh, I, uh. Happens. Sometimes."

At least Pipes doesn't seem to be too bothered. He is such a swell guy.

"Right! Missing that would be, um. That thing. A shame. Yes."

How about he just clings to Pipes's arm the rest of the way up?

[planate]

He allows it, patting Mayday's arm as it wraps around his.

"I think we still have a good half hour." he may have allowed for something like this. They're both kinda disasters.

[scaredybot]

They kind of are. Maybe Mayday should make then bubble wrap suits.

"I've never watched a sunset with someone before."

It's such a beautiful cliché, he loves it.

[planate]

"Me neither! That's why I asked you!"

Silly billy! Anyways, they're approaching the edge of the rock. Mayday might notice Pipes has set up a nice little area with some food and seats. He really tried for this one.

[scaredybot]

Well that just makes Mayday feel extra special, and he gently bumps his helm against Pipes's.

"Oh wow!" he says when he sees Pipes's little set up. If he hadn't been glowing before he sure is now. "This is really- it's very-" c'mon brain, finish a sentence. "It's so nice!"

He's definitely going to have to do something special for him later. Pipes is just too good at being a boyfriend.

[planate]

"It is? I mean, I've never done anything like this before. I saw it in one of Rewind's movies."

Rewind is the authority on relationships it's canon.

"C'mon, let's eat. I'm starving."

[scaredybot]

"It's perfect," Mayday says, giving Pipes another little bump.

Then he pulls out a bottle of disinfectant, spritzed a little on his seat and settles down.

"Let's eat!"

[planate]

Pipes is waaay ahead of Mayday. Face down. In a cube. It's going all over his face.

He must've been hungry.

[scaredybot]

Mayday laughs at the display, taking a more sedate pace with his meal.

"Guess you haven't, um, eaten in awhile, huh?" Because if Pipes has eaten recently then he's going to start worrying. It could be tank worms. You can starve to death drowning in fuel with a bad case of tank worms.

Don't die of tank worms, Pipes.

[planate]

"I have, but climbing makes me hungry! So does existential terror!"

HAHA......

[scaredybot]

Mayday stares blankly at Pipes, then slowly tilts his head to one side.

"Existential... Terror?"

[planate]

"Did I say that? I meant... extreme... mirror! I found a mirror! It's so reflective, like more than normal!"

He shoves the rest of the cube into his face and winces awkwardly.

[scaredybot]

"Pipes..." Mayday says softly, brow furrowed and optics wide and pleading. "How does a really reflective mirror make you hungry?"

Oh no maybe it really is tank worms.

[planate]

He continues pouring the cube down his mouth hole, with one hand, drumming the fingers of his other on his knee.

Nope.

[scaredybot]

"Pipes." His optics only grow wider and shinier, pleading like a nitrodeer pleads for snacks.

Do not deny the eyes, Pipes. Give in to their sadness.

[planate]

"Okay! Okay, okay. I may have found some stuff out and it may have been bothering me."

He puts the cube down. Good thing about not having a mouth is being able to drink while talking. Maybe he should run away and become a ventriloquist.

"It's just me, though! It's fine. This is fine. It's not you, don't worry."

[scaredybot]

No Pipes, that's not fine at all. Mayday wasn't worried about their relationship he was worried about you!

And apparently his worry was justified this time.

His optics suddenly burst to life with streams of blue light, and he wails, "You're gonna die aren't you?!"

It's terminal tank worms, isn't it!

[planate]

"Oh jeez... how do I say this..."

He might as well get it over with. Oh, and he wanted to ease into it. And not on date night! He's terrible. His player is terrible. I mean he's terrible

"Okay, so. How much do you know about time travel?"

[scaredybot]

"W... What?"

That question is unexpected enough to settle Mayday down a bit before he burns out every filament in his optics. His gaze is still over-bright as he states at Pipes, though, and his bottom lip keeps quivering.

"Um. It's. Travelling. Through time? What?"

[planate]

"Okay. This is gonna sound nuts, but like. Uh."

He waves his hands around.

"So, someone... a few someones, actually, say they know about stuff that happened that I don't? Like, date wise. After what I know. Does that make sense?"

[scaredybot]

Mayday opens his mouth and a squeak comes out. Cycling his vocalizer a couple of times, he manages, "Oh, I know about that. When you get people from, like, um, the same universe but a different time or whatever."

This isn't his first time being ripped out of one universe and slammed down into another with a ragtag bunch of people from different worlds. What is his life.

He settles down a bit more.

[planate]

"Yeah! Like that. Just something of that, you know? Uh. If you do know. It's... really specific."

Pipes decides there is no point lying to Mayday, but he still struggles to get it out.

"Aaannnnyyyway. Decepticons, space battle, everything going to pot yadda yadda yadda-- it's all good! Really!"