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;: Everything’s fine, really! I-I just, I just need you.. -your! Your is what I meant, uhm advice on something is all..:: 

  Getaway never backed from a challenge, his life had been a big one after all. But for some reason, one he couldn’t even begin to imagine, he couldn’t hit him. Even as held tightly on that stack of datapads, arms raised and ready to smack the smug bastard’s stupid smirk from his stupidly handsome face..  The speedster offlines his optics and sighs. At this point he really just wanted to get to work now and whine to Prowl about what occurred on his route to work (per the usual).. The speedster bonks him on the helm with the stack of datapads, nowhere near as hard as he would’ve liked. Its a fragging shame, really. “ Are you done playing now? Good, ‘cause I’m leaving.”

 “ Oi, I may have came at you, but you’re drawing things the frag out. I could’ve been long ways gone.. “ The shorter mech steps up to him, bright optics narrowed and his datapads clutched tightly to his glassy chassis.  “ Look, I dunno what kinda mecha you take me as, but I’m not looking to be participate in one of your sick games. Now step aside. “

“ I frankly don’t care what you fragging think you hear or if you take me seriously. If you stay out of my way and keep your weirdness to yourself,  I’ll really have no reason to hurt you, right? Now frag off. “

Rolls optics. “ I don’t care. And I’m not about to waste my time ripping your stupid lips from your stupid face, even with how enticing it sounds. I have a job to carry out.”