#guttur

"Aww frag, he's getting out the dart wheel." "Again?" muttered Nasum, not even looking up from his card game - he'd just completed one set, from king to ace. "Again," Cohors confirmed, somewhat gloomily as he propped up his cheek with a fist, one leg kicking out to cross his ankles. "Are our names on it?" "Yours is." Nasum cursed in a nice, choppy and harsh sounding language. "You've got my condolences," Cohors said solemnly, patting his shoulder. "If he picks you, that is." "Is that Lingua raising her voice?" "Yep. Oooh, she just decked Mentem." "Really?" Nasum actually looked up at that, watching the half-Insecticon femme fall onto the mnemosurgeon and proceed to beat him up. "Serves him right for having Corpus make us follow that board." "Mmm. Maybe Lingua's beating will convince Mentem that having Corpus make us be his bed partners won't endear him to the rest of us. Or be very safe for his health." "I'd like to direct him to a planet with someone large enough to crush him when he pulls his sh*t," Nasum growled. "Wouldn't we all." "I don't know," Oculus said, sounding thoughtful as he sat on Nasum's other side. "I'd kind of like to pin him down and pull him to pieces myself, you know?" They made noises of agreement, the three of them nodding their heads as they watched Lingua rip off some of Mentem's shoulder armour with her teeth. They applauded and smirked, of course. ::I do not think Mentem will forget your applause.:: "Oh who cares? &#% should know we all can't effin' stand him," Nasum huffed. "Why're you in here? Your name isn't on the board, and aren't you supposed to currently be on a job?" ::It was easy enough a sparkling could have done it,:: Guttur replied. While there was no tonal change in the default comm voice, his expression and EM field showed his disgust at being given a job below his skill level. "Must be why you're not on the board. Sparkling-level jobs usually give us good money, so Corpus must be pleased with you," Oculus remarked, reclining and bouncing his foot, making both legs shift as one was crossed over the other. ::Moderately so. He is less pleased with the fact I scuffed my paint.:: Cohors choked on his high grade. "He's what? Upset about scuffed-?" "He gets worse every month, I swear." Nasum sighed and collected his deck, slipping it into a box and tucking it into a pocket. "Guess this means we've all got to tidy up our finishes, hmm?" ::I'm afraid so. Do not feel too put out, Nasum. Perhaps if you are very careful, you won't need to touch it up any time soon.:: They all chortled at the high improbability of that, then grinned when Lingua broke Mentem's arm while hissing the many dangers of viewing her as a toy. She might be a spark-eating half Insecticon, but watching her rip into Mentem or Tran Con was always a pleasure.