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[raceme]

WHO: Bulkhead, Blurr and YOU
WHERE: Solus's Temple
WHEN: Right now
WHAT: Sneaking out of the mebay our of boredom, getting lost and also lots of metallic mistletoe around.
WARNINGS: Not so sneaky bots doing absurd things and chrismasy moments. And kisses if they get lucky.

[Leaving the medbay unnoticed was not an easy task. Bulk was a bit mech and Ambulon was watching Blurr closely to make sure he got the rest he needed. But they got bored and anxious, knowing that they could be doing better things than just sit on their aft and wait.

Frank was thankfully more than happy to proportionate a distraction. Blurr's turbofx decided to go and chew on one of the medical tools, gaining a frustrated yell from one of the medics. It was their opportunity to flee.]

Comments

[neverputincharge]

Seriously Deads, you always lived an exciting life?

"No, you said I wouldn't, but ya could be just tryin' to get me to drop my guard." It's that last bit of distrust.

He glances away, though, looking around.

"Uh, got out with Blurr's help, but I lost him somewhere. Gonna see if I can find him and go from there."

[dinnerdate]

Oh yeah, always.

"I'm pretty sure you could scrap me in a second if I tried. I'm doomed enough as it is, I wouldn't be stupid enough to try and kill you."

Especially since death by Bulkhead would not leave a nice looking corpse. He doubts the Wrecker would or could kill him without scratching or denting him.

"So... All of you Autobots are escaping from the medbay now?"

How is boredom that bad?

[neverputincharge]

"No, just me and Blurr." Far as he knows anyway. He's still looking for the much smaller bot. But he's having no luck. He eventually looks back to Dead End.

"Yeah..." Why does he have the feeling he's going to regret this? But nobody should starve to death when help is available.

"...guess I could help with whatever this diet is. But if you try killin' me or anything funny I'm hittin' you."

Or worse.

[dinnerdate]

Being hit would be nothing new, it certainly happened enough to him that he doesn't even say anything.

"Define funny."

Because funny could very well describe how he drains other bots, at least in the optics of an Autobot.

[neverputincharge]

Okay, now you're just making his suspicious.

"Tryin' to get my guard down just to attack. Try leadin' me into a trap. The usual." To him anyway.

"Why?"

[dinnerdate]

Right, the normal Autobots hate Decepticon things.

"And what about mild pain? Not intentional of course, but just an unfortunate side effect?" And by mild he means not mild at all.

Dead End shuffles awkwardly in place, trying to think of the best way to word this. It's hard enough getting bots to agree.

"The way my diet works is just... Really weird alright."

[neverputincharge]

"...I'm startin' ta notice." He relaxes slightly at the awkward shifting. He's getting some idea of what this diet is though, it's only a guess.

"I can deal with pain. Mild wouldn't be nothin'." Or so he thinks, not the first time he's had painful injuries. He turns, walking closer to Dead End.

"Anything else ya want to tell me?"

[dinnerdate]

"Uh..."

Well just how much does the other mech really need to know. A decent amount, sure, if he wants to chomp down on that power core without getting punched or worse. But things were going pretty good.

Could he maybe skip some of the finer details?

"We need to be out of the way... Where we won't get interrupted. And uh... You're not a fan of having a shiny power core right?"

A big delicious power core to match that size of his. His mouth would be watering if it could.

[neverputincharge]

So that was it.

"Power core?!" Yep, there's a protest over that, how could there not be one? He halts his approach, one servo going up, almost protectively.

"Ya say I won't die, yet you want my power core? Without that I will die."

[dinnerdate]

"I'm not going to cut off your arms, leave you defenseless and then slice you open, just to rip out your power core."

Come on, he doesn't do that stuff... When he's asking to borrow power.

Dead End frowns, fangs clamped together in a depressed little look. He's not going to get anything from this Wrecker. No, that's a lie. He'll get shot and likely stamped on, leaving a less than attractive corpse for the world to see. He'll get Bulkhead telling everyone just what his diet was and he'll be treated horribly by everyone - nothing really new there. Maybe he'll even become some twisted game, where they take turns beating him up, just to laugh when he has to fix his paint job and buff out the dents.

Yes. That's what he'd get.

"I'm not taking it out, I'll just be borrowing some of your energy... I don't bite that hard."

[neverputincharge]

"...now I see why you were reluctant to tell about it." He lowers his servo again. If he wanted the core that bad, he could've just taken him out when he snuck up behind him, right?

"I...guess I could." He might be considering it. "But how much is some?

[dinnerdate]

Dead End would grin if he were the type, hearing that he will in fact, be allowed to borrow some energy from the larger mech.

"Not all of it," he states, wings perking up at the thought. Bulkhead was big, he could probably get a lot more out of him than he could with Wheeljack. He just had to be careful. He doubted Bulkhead would be as gentle when it came to pushing him off - if it came to that. And it probably would.

"You don't have anything to worry about."

Except scars and dying.