The 'prettiest' poison

tags: #[No one likes you Slipstream#go away#everyone loves Starscream more]

I’ll keep that in mind, in case we get to meet one day, face to face. I’ll bring over some chocolates! I hope you like them spiked~

Get lost!

-In a fit of temper she strikes the communication screen; it was worthless, anyway (considering the only contact she'd been able to get on it was this 'Drift' character).

...

I like femmes with sharp tongues and sharper accessories~ Bet those pretty claws of your ain’t there for decoration~

-She rolls her optics as he continues; what was his malfunction, anyway? Grounders were so … no; mechs were weird, period. She huffs.

Sllipstream - now will you leave me alone? Don’t tell me I have to throw credits at you-

-She grimaces as she says his name.

How about a cute smile~?

(Heard that makes them reconsider shooting you in the face right away. Though it didn’t work well with few of my female colleagues.)

Anyway, name’s Drift. Mercenary extraordinaire. Don’t feel like getting your hands dirty and have some credits to spare? I’m your man! (Or mech.)

-She rolls her optics as he continues; what was his malfunction, anyway? Grounders were so ... no; mechs were weird, period. She huffs.

Sllipstream - now will you leave me alone? Don't tell me I have to throw credits at you-

-She grimaces as she says his name.

How about this:

Thee that look like an angel, or at least a minister of grace, trapped in a subtly crafted shell made of metal. Is there anything thee needeth or I could doeth for thee, my fair lady?

-There was only one way to reply to a bad joke.

 Bonjour gorgeous stuff, how can I help you?

He looked thoughtful for a moment, staring off into the distance.

-She blinked - his next words caught her attention.

-She giggled despite herself - yes, dance, little grounder! She kept her aim on him at sparse intervals once he started circling - he really did move fast. Though perhaps ... if she hadn't been so focused on her aiming she would have noticed his path veer towards her. Alas, he's with her within a flash, striking-

Hey!

I guess it’s kinda different for us, bein in the middle of a war and all that. I never really could feel that strongly what Screamer and TC where feelin. Depends on the mech maybe. Others can kinda communicate a bit through their sparks? I dunno. 

-he shrugged.-

'facing is a lot more fun. Good way to blow off steam, yanno? it's uh…it's when another mech makes you feel real good till you can't take it anymore and the charge builds up and you feel really good.

-She makes a face; bonding sounded straightforward enough. 'Facing, though ... eugh.

That sounds weird.

-She hisses, in slight distaste; her only experience with any sort of 'built up charge' was the restless feeling after spending too long cooped up in one place, and she hated that feeling. She couldn't imagine engaging in any sort of activity to instigate the feeling intentionally. Her wings fold back defensively at the boxxy seeker's commentary - no thanks.