The Cyan CMO

To the untrained optic, Buzzsaw may be mistaken for an exceptionally large shaveling, or perhaps a collection of scrap foil pieces which’ve been glued together in the middle.

Neither of those things do art projects.

}}Wait’minnit,{{ he mutters, dribbling adhesive on the back of a googly optic for his latest monster. He learned from the last time! This one has no feet. As promised, it’s also eating their art teacher, Smokescreen.

Once the optic is in place, he floats a quarter circle in the air and eyes his new companion, a little suspicious of their presence. Prowl’s usually the one sitting there. Why the change?

You’ve got to be kidding.

“Uhhh…”

A quick glance around to confirm that he doesn’t. No matter – he steals them from someone else who’s walked away from the table for a brief moment.

Knockdown zips up his backpack and picks up a pair of safety scissors and a piece of blue paper.  With a look of intense concentration on his face, he starts cutting out triangles, pasting them onto white paper (and also to the table, and himself) with a gluestick. 

“I’m making me grown-up, what are you making?”

“Space whale,” he answers nonchalantly. But that starts him thinking, and he chews on his glossa as he works.

And once Smokescreen looks over, he’s going to walk over and lean down to great the new face, offering his servo.

!!

Lunch bot!

Smokescreen is going over to the bot, and is going to poke at the other, looking for food from them.

“Nuh uh, no biting!  Or the trade’s off.”  Nevertheless, Knockdown takes out a fine selection of crayons out of his backpack.  “Seeee?”  He fans them out in display.  “Whatcha got to trade?”

He heard actions speak louder than words- but no biting? What else fits his words better?

Hi DownDown! 

!!

Lunch bot!

Smokescreen is going over to the bot, and is going to poke at the other, looking for food from them.

He leans back from the poking, pouting a little.  “Nuh uh, I don’t have any food.  They’re supposed to give us food here.”

He struggles to get the backpack off his shoulders.  “I got crayons, though.  Wanna trade?”

And now he’s frowning, squinting at to see if this bot’s tricking him. No food at all? Really? He’s going to try to bite the other bot, just in case they’re lying.

“Uhhh…”

A quick glance around to confirm that he doesn’t. No matter – he steals them from someone else who’s walked away from the table for a brief moment.

He smiles a happy little smile at his adoptive brother and secures the crayons in his backpack.  Knockdown has found he can barter quite a lot for crayons if they’re in short supply, which they often are due to him hoarding them.  Not all the colors, of course.  He only has so much backpack space!  Just the black and silver ones and the blue ones ‘cause he’s blue.

Presumably, they’re just jealous that they don’t have a brother who runs a successful dessert racket.

“Uhhh…”

A quick glance around to confirm that he doesn’t. No matter – he steals them from someone else who’s walked away from the table for a brief moment.

He smiles a happy little smile at his adoptive brother and secures the crayons in his backpack.  Knockdown has found he can barter quite a lot for crayons if they’re in short supply, which they often are due to him hoarding them.  Not all the colors, of course.  He only has so much backpack space!  Just the black and silver ones and the blue ones ‘cause he’s blue.

!!

Lunch bot!

Smokescreen is going over to the bot, and is going to poke at the other, looking for food from them.

No warmup drawing today, because after a week of work I’m finally done! 

Commission from a year ago (ow) for the wonderfully patient LadyM of characters from her Shattered Glass TFP fic, Life in Glass Houses. Go read it. Seriously she writes the best Knock Out ever.