#tyrantxwarrior

"Oh boy... somebody hide the good china."

So being out in the open like this, Decepticon insignias in plain view, probably wasn't the smartest idea if they wanted to avoid any confrontations. Luckily for them, confrontations were kinda their thing. Too bad most mecha took one look at the tank and copter and decided it'd be best to keep to themselves. Their reputation preceded them, apparently. Oh well, quiet nights weren't all that bad.

Congratulations. You have a Strafe perched on your back.

                        She'd watched him for so long, her neon                          optics growing older and wiser every time                          she decided to pay Grim a visit. She'd come                          time and time again, every time to speak to                          the beast and keep him company, even if                          she only received grunts and growls in return.                      She'd been appearing in the room since she                was naught more than a tiny femmeling. He                never changed however, none of them did.                 The only one that had, was Renegade. Her                neon gaze stared into Grimlock's cage, a                 little smile appearing on her face. "Hey there                big fella." She reached into the cage, offering                her servo, palm up. "I came to see ya."

//ooc: Heyyyyyyyy! You wanna RP sometime tomorrow? I'm about to go to bed- feelin a little under the weather.