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.

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[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[He watches this for a second, before scrambling up on the back of that couch.]

I guess it'll work. Not as nice as my place...

[Just... going to try and help with those kinks.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Hey, if you don't wanna stay--

[ hold that thought. he's just going to melt into your touch ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

I'd be out of this dump and back home if uh... I didn't think Trypticon might have landed on it.

[Oh ho. He'll just keep doing that then.]

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Mmm. [ leeeeans into that ]

... You're welcome to stay here. For as long as we're still stationed on the planet.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[He'll be working very carefully. You're still damaged, as far as he's concerned.]

... Kind of makes you wonder where we're getting shipped off to next.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

I don't even have a guess. Space is kinda... vast.

Nn. [ lean ] When did you get so good with your hands?

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Least I get to stare at your big backside the entire time. With... any luck.

[Leans back] Just one of my many talents.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

So you do like my backside. [ smirk ]

Mm. [ leans back and reaches up to brush his hand over your face ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

Hey, I have to. I'm stuck behind you often enough.

[He stops for a second, blinking.] Hi there.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Hi. [ twitches his wings a few times and, content that they're not beyond the realm of his self-repair to fix, he lays back down on the couch ]

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[He stays seated on the back of the couch, watching him, leaning on his knees.]

You need a little more beauty sleep there?

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Like I said, I feel like I need to recharge for a week.

... You think Ratchet's scoured half the city for me yet?

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

So get to it. I'm not going anywhere.

... With any luck, he's busy putting other 'Bots back together. I'm pretty sure I heard Jetfire talking with the wrong accent when they pulled him out.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

You're really gonna stay, huh?

... Mm. Well, I endured a beating from Trypticon, pretty sure I can endure one from Ratchet.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

Either I crash here, or I get to bunk in the barracks with 'Bee. Seriously damaging my style.

... Or he'll come after me for springing you.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Can't damage what's not there, Sideswipe.

... You didn't spring me. In fact, I'm pretty sure you weren't anywhere close when I walked myself out of that clinic.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

You're really going to tell me I don't have any style on the morning after I just ran your engine like that?

... Hey, I helped.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

What? Are we not allowed to joke anymore?

[ flat look ] That was me covering for you, Sideswipe.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah. I'm allowed to joke about you.

[Blank look.] You were not.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

That hardly seems fair.

[ :| ] I was so. If Ratchet asks, you weren't there.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[He's just going to go back to toying with your wings.] It does from where I'm sitting.

Works for me.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

[ there was a retort there, but he's abandoning it in favor of shuttering his optics and enjoying that ]

Mm. So... what is this?

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

[He'll just keep doing that then.]

This is me working the dents out of you, pal.

[getoutsideswipe.livejournal.com]

Not that. I mean this. Us.

[idkmybffairraid.livejournal.com]

Do... we really need to call it something?