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you and me both. maybe i’ll hit you up for some story tellin’ sometime in the future then. how’s that sound? ⠀ ( a half grin, steps gained in reverse granting the predacon distance for takeoff. )

damn. i bet you’ve got some stories to tell, but i’m not pressin’. don’t worry. ⠀ ( waves him off, a glance passed over his shoulder. ) ⠀ should probably get outta your way.

( that’s cold. hot shot would probably be bitter himself to have lived a life like that. if one could even call it living. ) ⠀ what’d you do before all that?

no, no it wasn’t. we weren’t established fully until around the war of the threefold spark. you must’ve missed that in your stasis too, yeah?

( raises a shadowed brow. so he’s old & he’s been living under a rock? ) ⠀ it’s for a subgroup of wreckers. covert operation specialists to be exact. first time seeing it?

voltswitch. ⠀ ( taps at his bottom lip. yeah. he’s got nothin. this guys gotta be ancient. ) ⠀ names hot shot. i’m a little bit of a familiar face back in the city, not as much here.. in the woods.

eh. had a couple drinks and curiosity starting knocking. i don’t know if you can relate or not but it’s the truth. name? ⠀ ( surely he’s got one. maybe all it’ll take is a name to put to his face. )

believe me when i say i’ve gathered that at this point. you don’t frequent the city, do you? you’re not familiar to me. ⠀ ( opens his headlights, shedding a decent amount of light over the beast for optimal viewing. he’s kinda banged up! )

( not here. dragging another wrecker with him could’ve been interpreted as a sign of intended harm. hot shot has no plans of dinging himself up after today. ) ⠀ you’re still here? i was wondering if it was a coincidence last time.

( bigger than he remembers. yeesh. any off chance he knows void? haha.. ⠀ * 💧 )

( so the predacon really does take up residence here. it wasn’t a coincidence they crossed paths last time. dusting himself off. he doesn’t enjoy the way the atmosphere feels, awaiting the bigger entity to show face. )

( IT’S DARK??! WHY DID WE COME HERE. reality has busted him in the helm with a broom & sobered him up real fast. listening.. )

i’m in this old guy’s woods again. ⠀ ( flutters non existent lashes. ) ⠀ alone.. ⠀ ( snrk! )

( his face is probably warmer. he’s simply enamored, pressed firmly against swindle’s side as they walk. ) ⠀ you’re eating too, right?

( balled fist rubbing at an optic. ) ⠀ did you really? man, you’re the best. i guess i was more tired than i thought. ⠀ ( victor you actually did this!!!? intertwines their hands, tugging the conman forth for a kiss. ) ⠀ i love you.

his robe on. swindle’s absence is unusual, but his concern dissolves seeing the conman posted up at the bottom of the stairs. what’s he DOING! ) ⠀ how long have you been up for, handsome?

( gnawing.. it’s proving effective once again, as the wrecker stirs & groans, mask lifted by his off hand. ) ⠀ g’morning, buddy. hungry? ⠀ ( little does he know, the bird already ate! gives his fuzzy head a scratch, now stood to stretch & tie

𖬺

( he’s about to chew some fingers. SKEDADDLING. his feet stomp & thump down the hallway & up the steps, quieting as he prowls into the bedroom. head under the blanket looking for digits. )

( the pot calling the kettle black, much? he’s eating it, cube. bribed successfully. )

( skids to a stop, the pancake snagged by his beak & scarfed down. honks muffled by swallowing. )

( no honking. he’s pecking the hot shot plush he’d drug into his bed, playing quietly for once. it’s like he knows. )