*There is a loud knock on the door at noon, as requested.* Hey Doc an Star, I'm here!
*Knock Out opens the door with a smile while Starblast is standing on his own in front of his creator. At the sight of the blue mech, the seekerlet extends his servos upwards, wanting to be picked.*
SB: Bakedown! Bakedown! Up! Up!
*Knock Out bites his lower lip plate as not to laugh too much at his creation’s chirps of refusal to accept he will eventually loose his spot on Breakdown’s chest. Starblast is still not used to speaking in Common Cybertronian and he reverts back to chirping when he’s too emotional.
*When Breakdown speaks again, Knock Out grins at his words.*
KO: Guilty as charged. We can’t expect anything less of the little one since both of his creators are territorial and possessive, can we.
Don't worry bitlet, it's still your spot for now.
*Breakdown grins at Starblast before glancing back at Knock Out, patting Starblast gently on the back as he does so.*
I think it would unusual if he ain't possessive, Doc.Â
So what do you and Star got planned for tonight?












