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alcesverdes) wrote2014-05-07 10:01 pm
alcesverdes) wrote2014-05-07 10:01 pm
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[Transformers: Prime]
KO/BD - I'm an exquisite mess
PG (It would've been G, but Knock Out is here and he ups the rating just by existing)
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Knock Out tiptoed into his personal quarters, his hands shaking at shoulder height while his elbows were bent upwards. Nothing but utmost disgust showed on his face.
"I'm a mess!" he exclaimed at every step.
Breakdown came right behind him, still trying to figure out what had happened. The only thing clear was that he had to hurry and prepare Knock Out's bath and that replying anything would be a bad idea.
"But at least it doesn't hurt right?"
Yes, he knew better, but he had to ask. Even if it didn't look painful at all. Besides, deep down, he expected to give Knock Out a sense of perspective.
"What does it matter when my interiors are all ruined? And my paint job! What about my paint job?"
So much for hope.
Breakdown refrained from saying that it had been Knock Out's own fault for leaving the windows rolled down. Or for having the idea of going to the auto cinema in the first place. But he didn't mind that. He liked going to the auto cinema. It meant not only he could spend time parked right next to Knock Out, but also that said time would be a nice, quiet time. Specially if it was a thriller or a horror movie. They didn't have many of those moments.
"The bath is ready," he said, swallowing a sigh.
"About time," Knock Out grumbled and went for it, still tiptoeing, although the sticky liquid had been dried for a long while and wouldn't drip to the floor. "They should ban those small humans from everywhere! What were they thinking? How can they run around like mindless barbarians who won't even stop when they trip down, splashing everything around them with those colorful, sticky drinks of them? The future of the species. Right. Next time this happens, humans can say goodbye to their future. They did it on purpose! I know it! Just look at me! I'm a mess!"
He kept on muttering, but since he closed the door, Breakdown couldn't hear him anymore.
But it also meant Knock Out couldn't listen Breakdown either. Not that it made much difference, for that matter.
"Yes, you are a mess," Breakdown said as he went for the polisher and the rest of the cleaning utensils.
"But an exquisite mess," Knock Out added showing his face through the door before closing it again behind him.
Breakdown didn't even bother trying to get rid of the smile that came to him.
PG (It would've been G, but Knock Out is here and he ups the rating just by existing)
For
415 words
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Knock Out tiptoed into his personal quarters, his hands shaking at shoulder height while his elbows were bent upwards. Nothing but utmost disgust showed on his face.
"I'm a mess!" he exclaimed at every step.
Breakdown came right behind him, still trying to figure out what had happened. The only thing clear was that he had to hurry and prepare Knock Out's bath and that replying anything would be a bad idea.
"But at least it doesn't hurt right?"
Yes, he knew better, but he had to ask. Even if it didn't look painful at all. Besides, deep down, he expected to give Knock Out a sense of perspective.
"What does it matter when my interiors are all ruined? And my paint job! What about my paint job?"
So much for hope.
Breakdown refrained from saying that it had been Knock Out's own fault for leaving the windows rolled down. Or for having the idea of going to the auto cinema in the first place. But he didn't mind that. He liked going to the auto cinema. It meant not only he could spend time parked right next to Knock Out, but also that said time would be a nice, quiet time. Specially if it was a thriller or a horror movie. They didn't have many of those moments.
"The bath is ready," he said, swallowing a sigh.
"About time," Knock Out grumbled and went for it, still tiptoeing, although the sticky liquid had been dried for a long while and wouldn't drip to the floor. "They should ban those small humans from everywhere! What were they thinking? How can they run around like mindless barbarians who won't even stop when they trip down, splashing everything around them with those colorful, sticky drinks of them? The future of the species. Right. Next time this happens, humans can say goodbye to their future. They did it on purpose! I know it! Just look at me! I'm a mess!"
He kept on muttering, but since he closed the door, Breakdown couldn't hear him anymore.
But it also meant Knock Out couldn't listen Breakdown either. Not that it made much difference, for that matter.
"Yes, you are a mess," Breakdown said as he went for the polisher and the rest of the cleaning utensils.
"But an exquisite mess," Knock Out added showing his face through the door before closing it again behind him.
Breakdown didn't even bother trying to get rid of the smile that came to him.