re_alignment_logs | [B-day party

[Knock Out caught sight of the mech and smirked, sneaking around. He tried to be careful and silent, so he bot wouldn't hear him coming until he was able to lean over from behind, close to one of Sentinel's audios.]

You are smaller than I expected. Are all the Primes from your world like this? The perfect size for certain...things.

Sentinel had, indeed, not heard Knock Out approaching. The second he'd heard his voice right behind him and not on a video link, optics had widened and fists had clenched. This was an unexpected and unwelcome turn for the evening.

"Decepticon. You're still vulgar as ever."

He turned so the two mechs were face to face. With a car mode, Knock Out wasn't actually that much taller; but still enough to make him feel slightly self conscious. If only he'd invested in pede heel mods .

"What do you you want?"

Face to face indeed and thank to Knock Out still pretty close. One could say that he had a penchant for pestering Primes.

"So commanding. I have a name, you know." Knock Out smiles a few seconds more than necessary and them moved to take a seat close to Sentinel.

"A drink and conversation, and since I already got one of the two..." He showed the Autobot the bright blue energon cube in his right hand.

Holy shit, his personal bubble has been popped and completely dissipated by Knock Out. He scoots over on the seat when the red mech sits ... uncomfortably close.

Knock Out doesn't look like he'll be leaving any time soon, and Sentinel is far too stubborn to simply stand up and walk away.

"Whatever," He shuffles slightly, trying to get comfortable again. Damnit Knock Out, that spot he had before was perfect!

"I do hope you're not expecting anything engaging, Decepticon."

He grins ever so slightly at his own 'joke'.

Personal bubbles are like rules, made to be broken. Besides, many mech would envy you right now, Sentinel, sitting next to such handsome mech like Knock Out. At least that's what he believes.

He can always come and get it.

"Ah, certain someone is grumpy tonight. Tell me autobot, do your lot even know how to have fun?"

Oh boy, is Knock Out barking up the wrong tree. This guy's a stickler for rules, breaking them isn't really something he'd consider fun or even conceivable.

"Astute observation."

He pouts slightly. "No. Fun is outlawed on my Cybertron. What do you think?"

Except that one time with Lockdown, uh?

"Astute is my second name."

Kncok Out's enjoying the view. "I wouldn't put it past your people to do such thing. If it's not, then tell me: What do you do to have fun?"

That was, ehhh, bending the rules. To capture Decepticons that were a massive threat to Autobot safety. Shut up.

Enjoying the view? He's somewhat hunched over his cube of energon and is glaring at you like you are Unicron himself.

"Interact with friends, uh."

Oh my god. Realization that he doesn't know how to have fun. While he's not an introvert, he never really found going out with other mechs very entertaining, especially after the whole Elita-One thing. What Sentinel now considers 'fun', and what actually is fun are two different things.

Pity Knock Out hadn't asked him several thousand years ago.

"Not whatever you lot do for entertainment - dissecting each other, or... I don't really want to know."

"What sort of interactions?" Sentinel, such a sad life you have. At least that's what Knock Out's thinking.

"I'm more of a street racing kind of guy. I like movies too." He usually only dissect things when he has a good reason. Said good reason being work or vengeance...perfectly GOOD reasons!

"What- what does it matter?" Hey, it's not sad if he enjoys it! Paper work is fun, ok.

"Mn. How average," Does this place even have movies? Everything is so different from his own universe, it's hard to even guess what he'd even begin to entertain himself with. "Guess you can't do either of those here, huh?"

"Because it does matter." Paperwork, ew. Knock Out's allergic to that. "Unless you want me to believe that there was none and you were making things up."

The red mech takes a sip of his drink after scoffing. "Average! A few kliks ago you were worried that I enjoyed dissecting." Something he didn't straight deny nor confirm.

"Au contraire, mon ami. I designed a race track, it's just a matter of time until the project starts. Besides, who says I can't race whoever I please? What's your alt mode? You are a ground vehicle, I can tell that much. I can't quite figure it out, though."

"Ugh, I don't know. Movies, go out and get drunk. Listen to... music." It has been a long time since he has done any of those things.

Sentinel, in turn, fiddles with his cube. Not much of it has been consumed, and doubtless it'll stay that way; he is uncomfortable drinking around someone like Knock Out.

A racetrack? The first thing he thinks of is Blurr, then how much work and planning something like that would take. He almost grimaces, Alpha Trion was all over projects like these back in his own universe.

"It's a plow. Cybertronian." Don't think anything of how he hasted to add that last part. It's not anything other than Cybertronian, and it isn't killing him inside to have to call something that was originally built by humans, using advanced technology datamined from Megatron Cybertronian! Not. At. All.

"Go figure, I like all those things too. Not so different after all." How does that make you feel Sentinel?

It's not like he's going to jump you, relax. Besides, he already has his own partner to pester if he wants to do that. Knock Out tilts his head, looks Sentinel up and down again and smirks.

"You have plows in your Cybertron? What are those for?" He's trying so hard not to laugh out loud.

"I am shocked beyond all belief." He says in monotone with a completely straight face. Sorry Knock Out, he doesn't really care what you do for fun. All he wanted to do was quietly drink in his corner then go pass out in his room.

There's no worry of Knock Out jumping him - in fact his general discomfort comes from his being a Decepticon. He doesn't quite know what Knock Out would do, only that it would not at all be pleasant; because, you know, all Decepticons are insane beasts! Ahh, racism.

"To... plow stuff. Why else?" Wait. Frag, no that doesn't sound right.

"It's a cultural thing."

Yeah. That'll do.

"I can tell." He lives of sarcasm, mister.
You could pass out on KO's room drink with him, he likes to have company.

Knock Out knows better than kill and Autobots just because. You will come back in a week or less and he would have to hear the Police Force winning all day. He'll pass. Plus, is more fun to corrupt your lot than straight murder you. Ask Smokescreen.

"In my Cybertron there was no plow-able stuff. And I'm not sure if here you will be able to use it, wouldn't you like a faster all mode? With your size, though..." Yep, checking Sentinel up and down again. "...you need something relatively big."

Go to a Decepticon's room? One who specialises in taking bots apart? N-no thank you.

"Evidently our Cybertrons are different. There's plenty of, uh. Plowable stuff on ours."

He shifts awkwardly. Knock Out is doing the thing again.

"Rocks. Rocks need plowing."

He hasn't taken anybody apart since Cylas was here and that was a special case. Wait there was that other one time with the bugs monsters that spit acid...but that was ANOTHER SPECIAL CASE.

"Rocks? I sure love learning more cultural things. I would love to see you plowing something." Is he making you uncomfortable with that suggestion? Because Knock Out dropped his voice to a low purr just to say it.

"And what did you do in your world? Plow rocks all the time? You were from that Low caste?"

Frag, he's just digging himself into a deeper hole here.

"Yes. Plowing a lot of things." He glowers at KO and decides to try playing his own game... not that he's very good at it.

He groans inwardly. This is gonna be a long night. "Lower Caste? No, it doesn't work like that on our Cybertron; alt modes don't dictate what you do in life."

Yes he is, but Knock Out has heard worse lies from Starscream. He's having fun.

"Oh, you minx. I would have never guessed, you seem like such serious and formal guy." He takes a sip of his drinks, murmuring yet being still audible. "It's always the quiet ones."

Then he shrugs, some of the precious cheerfulness gone.

"It wasn't the alt mode per se in my universe but let's not talk about the dark past. It's too boring." And frankly, it makes him uncomfortable but he won't admit it.

"I'm not quiet." Instant regret. He dips his head down slightly and covers his face with his free hand.

Despite his embarrassment, he grins at Knock Out through his fingers, "I wouldn't know. You know, what with my Cybertron not being dead and all."

OH YOU DID NOT JUST....yes you did. Knock Out actually chuckles out loud. "I will remember that."

Now you are asking for it mister. The medic reaches out and pokes Sentinel's side with one of his long claw like fingers. It's surprisingly more of a tickling gesture than one aimed to hurt the blue bot.

"No doubt."

He groans. Everything he just said was a really bad idea.

That said, when Knock Out pokes him he jumps several inches off the seat, both through shock that he'd made friendly physical contact, and that KO hadn't used his claws to gouge a neat little hole in his side.

Sentinel isn't entirely sure how to react to The Poke. So, he does what he usually does when he's not sure. Gets defensive.

"H-Hey I could have you court marshaled for disrespecting an Elite Guard offi- oh."

Riight. He's not anywhere near the council anymore. Shit

You just make it too easy Sentinel. Wouldn't you take advantage too if you were in Knock Out's place?

"Aren't you a jumpy fellow. If that title touch gets such interesting reaction out of you I wonder what else I could do to see more. Elite Guard?"

Nope. Knock Out doesn't know what that is, though.

No doubt! He's been watching meticulously what Knock Out has been saying and his body language, trying to find some sort of fault that he can pounce upon, but alas.

"I'm not jumpy," He sneers at the thought of it. "Don't touch me again."

Sentinel grins complacently, this'll be fun. Back in his own universe, just the insignia was enough to get comments and glances. Aaah, attention.

"Autobot military. Which I happen to be a very high ranking member of."

Knock Out is the master of acting in a way and feeling exactly the opposite way. you learn how to do that when you stay around Megatron for a long time.

"What if I touch you again? What will the big bad Autobot do to me? You look like the sort of mech who would enjoy using cuffs for more things than just arresting people who misbehave."

Insignias never mattered much to Knock Out, he doesn't even wear the Decepticon one, but yes, Sentinel has his attention now. He doesn't look very impressed, though.

"I heard the army will take anyone now a days ..."

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