RP > I'll just leave this here

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ So. This is a medical ward- and there is a Jet laying on a berth. He's been there a long damn time- something about being bitchslapped by a giant Decepticon lizard- and while it's about time for him to be discharged, right now he's in recharge.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz--- ]

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[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

No, tha's m'line. Can it--[shfkjds okay okay, here. Mmm. Jet fuel.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Mmm, Sideswipe. Speaking of jet fuel, though, that might be his engine rumbling to life ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[Likewise. Because that's a contagious sensation there. He's just going to wiggle closer.]

Y'ever... do that t'me again... m'gonna break your pretty face. 'Kay?

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ loops his other arm around you too ]

Don't plan on it. Yer stuck with me.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

Good. S'the way s'posed to be.

[You need to be nommed on some more. Ignore that purring sound.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Soooo, what happens if his hand just happens to drift up to those wheels on your back? ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[That's just going to make him melt against you. Like this.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Just gonna toy with those, then :3 ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[Then he'll just grab hold of those wing things on your back. For balance. And purr.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ lhsdlahdsa that gets a noise out of him

Also, they might very well get kicked out of this bar if they go much further ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[That's a good sound, and he wants you to make that again--

--and speak of the Unicron, there's the bartender glaring.]

... Uh.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Glances at the bartender, then back at you ]

Y'think you can make it back to my place?

[ mostly because he's got a big enough berth for the both of them ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[Then back to the bartender, now back to you. The man my man should smell--wait.]

... Can you make it? 'Cause I can. Make it. Anywhere.

[He's not the damaged one, here.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

As long as we don't race or somethin', I'll be fine. [ gives one of your wheels a spin ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[That might have been a noise of his own.]

... M'kay. But... m'not gonna peel you off th'ground if y'trip. C'mon...

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Again with that touching concern. [ but he's grinning ]

Y'gotta get outta my lap first.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[Grumbles]

Y'always... gotta be so demandin'...

[But he'll slide off you anyway, and start wobbling for the door.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ Oh Primus- you have no idea how much self-control he had to exercise right there

But he'll head out after you- admittedly, he's probably the most steady of the two at the moment. ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[His staggering, knocking into you and walls... probably isn't helping, is it.

But he's making progress in... vaguely the right direction.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

For the love of-- [ HE WILL HAUL YOUR SEXY AFT OUT OF THE BAR and possibly all the way home ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[HE IS OKAY WITH THIS since he can't quite remember where you live all of the sudden. gd you giant jets and your stupid alcohol tolerance.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE'S LIKE TWICE YOUR SIZE

But here we are in Casa de Air Raid, finally ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[That just means there's more of you to love!

... he'll just flop down on the most convenient piece of furniture there is.]

Y'got... big... place. Roommate? You... Roommate?

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ That would be the couch... thing. Couch-like-thing. He'll flop down next to you ]

Nah. Couldn't keep one around... with the war, and now the evac an'... It's just you n' me.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[This would be Sideswipe, disregarding personal space to sprawl on you. And prod at whatever bit of armor he can reach.]

Huh... S'their loss. All their loss. An' I'm better 'an any one of 'em. Mmmhmm.