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::It appears that you have cancelled your order of the 'shakes. Is that correct or am I seeing things? Just... wanted to double check on a favored customer!:: -DoublecrossDecepticon
::….Did you know you have an incredibly pleasing pitch to your voice?:: * A long, soft sigh.*
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"Ever consider paying someone to pet you daily?"
Nah! I mean- I’m pretty sure some bots would pay to pet me!
A notification flickers on Swindle‘s screen for a video hail, a familiar callsign attached to it. The face appearing on the other side isn’t exactly familiar in appearance, but in other ways.
“Swindle, my friend, it’s been too long, how have sales been treating you?”
"Delivery for Triage! I don't know why I continue to announce like that it's obvious I'm here for only that reason. Now open the door so I can drop these shakes off. I'm late."
Usually whenever Swindle dropped by, the plant made a big fuss of declaring he had never ordered any shakes and how he was being utterly inconvenienced by having to take these off the merchant’s hands.
Today though the door opens immediately, revealing the doctor waiting for him with sharp optics.
“Hurry up,” he grunts, vines twitching with impatience.
A few pings go off. He was sure this was the correct ship, "Helloooo~! I have an order for a Mister Triage! Quite a large one too. Tons of a special concoction consisting of ..." Squints. Was this right? "... Earth... insects and energon shakes." That sounded pretty awful actually. Who placed this order anyway?! Oh. Right. The gold-toothed Dirge. Somehow, this was not surprising suddenly.
Triage glances at the screen showing someone at the ship’s entrance- a grounder of about his height, claiming he was there to make a delivery.
“Flora, did you order something?”
::No, doctor.:: the ship’s AI responds promptly.
“…Did I….?" he mutters, leaving the lab to go answer the door. What had the mech said? Something about a concoction of some sort? Maybe it was the DS-RAB finally sending him some supplies.
Triage hits the pad and the door hisses open. "It’s Doctor, actually. Tell me again what this shipment is exactly?" he asks, noting the four-wheeler was indeed wearing a Decepticon symbol.
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doublecrossdecepticon started following you
“Well hello other me~!”
It was only time until Swindle met an alternate. One that was alive should be the proper statement. So it made the ex-merchant curious and fascinated at the same time to see the mech in his old colors. Gold and purple really went together so well.
Sometimes Swindle did switch back to those colors. For the most part he remained in his new look of black and red. There was a thought he should try out white some time; another time.
“Don’t you look like you just got out of a deep frame massage and wax.” That cheshire grin played across his face and never left. All that he lacked were twitching ears and a swishing tail to complete the look.
