#have you ever in your life seen two idiots trying harder not to makeout

[heavenlyhischier]

idiots in love - dick grayson

summary: two people who are madly in love with each other but they're both idiots.

word count: 5.8k (lmao sorry)

warnings: lil angsty, cursing, steamy lil makeout sesh, unedited, cursing??

notes: hi hello hi! here is something that has been sitting, more like marinating, in the drafts for a hot minute. btw its not explicitly titans!verse dick, but he's hot so sue me

Saying that befriending Jason Todd changed your life would be a complete understatement. You had gone from being invisible and living under the radar in Gotham to earning an unwanted spotlight from being seen alongside Bruce Wayne’s son nearly every day. To make that matter worse, Jason had once conned you into attending a gala that Bruce was holding because “it is the only way he could manage to survive another one of these things”. That drew a lot of rumors and suspicions from the media in Gotham as they speculated the true nature of your relationship with Jason. That was also the start of a complex and hidden relationship with his older brother.

Dick Grayson remembered the first time that he saw you like it was happening right in front of him all over again. You were standing next to Jason in a floor length black dress that shimmered blue when the light hit it just the right way. You were, albeit unknowingly, wearing his colors next to his brother and it instantly attracted him to you. He could tell you felt out of place by the way your body was turned towards Jason and your eyes kept darting around you. Trying to get you away from Jason was a much harder task than he had anticipated, but what ensued once he had made it all worth it.

Meeting Dick was something Jason had tried to keep you from for as long as he could. He knew that Dick had a less than honorable reputation when it came to women, and you getting tangled in that web was the last thing he wanted for you. Despite his efforts, your attraction to the detective was stronger than he would have guessed and you managed to fall into the hole anyway. Jason, the ever so protective friend he was, tried to keep out of it, but his brother made that increasingly harder the more often you showed up at his apartment defeated and confused.

You had initially tried to keep your relationship with Dick a secret. You really did. But being friends with someone like Jason made that impossible. He was able to find out anything and everything he wanted. When he tried, and miserably failed, to subtly ask you if you were seeing someone he knew, you came clean about everything. You told him about how the night you met Dick, he had taken you back to his apartment and you two talked for hours and hours. Jason had been slightly thrown off that he didn’t try to sleep with you, but you assured him that that didn’t happen until nearly two weeks after you had met.

You also divulged the true nature of your feelings for Dick that night, and Jason had suggested that you tell him or it was going to ultimately cause you pain and heartache. “I tried to bring it up once,” You had said, “But he kind of shut it down pretty quick. Said that we’re just friends who hook up sometimes. He just- he acts like it’s more than that when we’re in bed and it’s so confusing, but I don't want to give it up. If that’s all I can have of him, I’ll deal.”

That was nearly four months ago, and nothing had changed. Dick would call you at random times day or night and you would go running every single time. It was pathetic how desperate you were to have a piece of him, but you were too scared to ask for more. He was too closed off with his feelings to ever let you get even an inkling of how he felt about you outside of physical attraction. Jason had been right about this bringing you nothing but despair. Nonetheless, you stayed at his mercy.

Your body was hot and sticky with sweat as you lay on Dick’s chest, fingers tracing along the scars that littered his skin. You often asked how he managed to obtain so many, but he, much like Jason, said the same thing every time. “Job’s just dangerous”. You’re not quite sure how being a detective and security guard would get one in situations to earn such wounds, though you never pressed too hard. His arm was tight around you, making sure that you stayed tucked into his side as his fingers delicately grazed your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind in their wake. Moments like these you both despised and cherished. They made your heart swell with hope and want, but they also made your stomach turn with uncertainty.

“You going to the gala tomorrow,” Dick’s asked, his grip slightly tightening.

You peered up at him through your eyelashes, “Yeah. Jay always makes me go with him since he ‘can’t handle it alone’. Are you, or do you have to work?”

Dick’s not sure why hearing that you would be attending the event with his brother hit him the way it did. It made his throat close up and his chest burn with jealousy. You had always attended Bruce’s events with Jason, and he knew that. He knows that it was purely platonic, but a part of himself couldn’t help but think there was something else there. He knows his brother is an attractive guy, and God you are the most beautiful woman to walk the earth. It only made sense for you two to be attracted to each other, and that’s what he has been running with.

“Yeah, I’m bringing a girl from work actually,” His voice was flat as he loosened his grip on you so that he was barely touching you now. It was a total lie, but he couldn’t stop himself from saying it. 

It was as if Dick punched a hole into your chest and ripped your heart out with his own two hands. Your movements froze as you blinked back the tears that instantly pricked your eyes, not wanting to give away the effect his words had on you. He was always good at reminding you that you were a disposable secret to him, but it hurt all the same every time.

Composing yourself, you flattened your hand on his chest and used it to push yourself up into a sitting position. You avoided looking at Dick as you slipped out of his bed and began putting your clothes back on. He watched you, trying to piece together what was going through your brain. He shamelessly wanted to believe it to be jealousy; that you detested the idea of another woman on Dick’s arm, but he knew better than that. He assumed you were in a hurry to get to Jason’s apartment, which is where he knew you went every time after you left his place. He had followed you one night to make sure you stayed safe, but he wasn’t prepared for his own heart to be put into danger.

That was the night he realized just how deep his feelings for you were, and it scared him to no end. He thought he was doing good at guarding his heart, but then he met you. You had effortlessly and entirely captured him. Dick craved everything about you. He craved your touch. Your smile. Your laughter. You. He would do whatever it took to have a part of you no matter how much it hurt him to know your heart would never belong to him. 

“I can’t wait to meet her,” You spoke through the awkward tension in the air, “I should probably go home to sleep before tomorrow. Don’t want to look like a walking zombie, you know.”

Your idiotic attempt at a joke hung in the air as you slipped your socks on, and you mentally slapped yourself for saying that. Wanting to get away from the now uncomfortable situation, you rushed out of his apartment without another word to the man who held your heart in his hands. Typically, you would walk to Jason’s and mope about your unfortunate situation, but you opted to go to your own apartment instead. You made sure to let Jason know of your plans so that he didn’t quite literally break into your house to make sure that you were alive. His “u ok?” text went ignored as you fell into your bed and begged your thoughts to quiet themselves so you could sleep in peace.

You woke the next morning with a new sense of determination, and a little bit of retaliation on your mind. You quickly sent Cass and Steph a text asking them to come do some last minute shopping with you, which they were more than happy to agree to. They both met you outside of your apartment an hour later, questions tumbling out of their mouth as soon as they saw you. You brushed off their interrogations with a laugh and started towards the nicer part of Gotham.

“I thought you already had a dress,” Cass pointed as you walked into one of your favorite dress shops in the fashion district.

“I do, but I always wear some variation of black and blue and I wanted to switch it up,” You shrugged as you filtered through some of the dresses on the rack.

Truthfully, you knew that the colors you always wore matched the colors that Dick wore as well. It was something that he mentioned drove him crazy whenever he managed to pull you away to have his way with you. You started wearing those colors for him specifically, but something inside you switched this morning. Today, you were going to wear something else and prayed to anyone that would listen that it would get underneath his skin. You knew it was childish, but if he was going to bring someone else, you didn’t care.

The two of them shared a knowing look with each other before diving in to help you search. They were aware of your situation with Dick and how you felt about him, but unlike you, they could see the way he felt about you. They knew that if you showed up wearing something other than the colors he wore to protect the city, he was going to be absolutely furious. However, they secretly hoped it got under his skin enough to ignite the fire he needed to tell you how he truly felt.

You had gathered a decent amount of options, so you decided to move over to the dressing room area and try what you had on. You had tried on a variation of styles and colors; none of which you liked. The girls of course gave their honest opinions, and you got rid of the ones they made faces at almost immediately. Your last pick was a long-sleeved red dress with a slit on the right side and a plunged neckline. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but notice the way the color looked slightly off, but it still made you look damn hot.

You opened the curtain and slowly stepped out, catching the girl's attention. “Now that’s sure going to piss Dick off,” Cass laughed, and you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing something.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, but she’s right. If your goal is to make him mad, that dress will sure make that happen,” Steph agreed as she nudged Cass to calm down, “Is that what you want?”

“Honestly, I don’t really know. At first, yes, but now I just- I’m not sure. I don’t think he’ll even notice,” You sighed, casting your eyes to the ground as you lightly pinched at the satin.

“Oh he’ll notice alright. He might beat the shit out of Jay, too.”

Your eyes darted back towards them, wide and alert. The last thing you wanted to cause any sort of fight between your best friend and man you were in love with. “Why would he do that over a dress,” You rushed out, hands nervously gripping the fabric.

“It’s not the dr- He won’t, hon. It was just a joke,” Cass recovered as she glared at Steph, “I’m sure he won’t do that. You’re just going to look really good and he’ll probably be a little jealous is all.”

You ignored Steph’s quiet snort and went back to change, making the decision to go ahead and get the dress. It was as if it was tailored specifically for your body, and not getting it would almost be criminal. You knew you were going to have to dip into your savings a little to afford the dress, but the way it looked on you was worth it. Once you had changed and went to go pay, but there was a woman standing outside the dressing room with a dress bag.

“We paid for it,” Steph peeked her head around the woman, a smile beaming on her face, “And no you can not pay us back!”

After a failed attempt at trying to get the girls to at least take some of your money, they took you back to the manor to get ready with them. Cassandra called Bruce who had Alfred ready one of the larger rooms for the three of you to get ready in. Steph put on some music as you took turns showering in the biggest shower you had seen in your entire life. You had stayed in there a little longer than you intended, getting lost in your thoughts about Dick Grayson.

You could tell that the girls were itching to ask you about why your sudden change in outfit happened, but were keeping quiet in case it was too sensitive of a topic. It was clear to them that you were trying to get back at Dick, but they couldn’t figure out why. They were both capable of asking the right questions in order to gain the information they wanted; it was a practice they put into use nearly every day. However, they felt guilty using that skill on you.

The closer the time for the event to start came, the harder it became to breathe. Knowing that Dick was bringing someone else made your entire body ache as you wondered why you weren’t good enough. He had told you before that he never liked to bring dates because people would speculate, and he only wanted them to speculate if it were true. Now, he would mingle and flirt all he wanted, but he had never kept it to one person the entire night. This girl had to be someone special if he was okay with rumors flying around.

Nearly an hour later, the sound of someone knocking broke through the intense concentration you had from doing your makeup. Steph, who was already done getting ready, pulled the door open and Jason came barreling in. He was dressed in an all black suit, but the tie he was sporting was the same color as the dress you had bought today. You internally smacked yourself for not remembering that red was Jason’s color, and that’s why the girls said what they did about Dick.

“What do you want,” Steph huffed, quickly closing the door in case anyone passed by.

“I’m bored,” Jason groaned as he fell backwards onto the untouched bed.

“So go bother someone else,” Cass spoke over her shoulder, giving Jason an annoyed glare. If you hadn’t known anny better, you would have thought she was being serious.

“Y/N’s in here and she’s my friend so why don't you go bother someone else. Anyways, we need to be down there in like twenty minutes so you two better hurry.”

“I just need to get my dress on and I’m done,” You called out as you let the setting spray settle on your face.

You heard Steph whisper something to Jason, but you were too far away for it to be understood. You went back into the bathroom where your dress was hanging on the back of the door, leaving their whispers behind.  Nerves spread through every inch of your body as you slipped the dress on,  the urge to throw up growing with each second. A large part of you wanted to back out and just not go, but you knew that Jason would physically drag you if he had to.

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you pulled the bathroom door open and walked back out into the room. Initially, Jason cast you a passing glance, but he nearly broke his neck swiveling back to you, sitting up so quickly the momentum almost threw him off the bed. The girls had the biggest smiles on their faces and you couldn’t help but blush at the attention.

“You’re right. He might kill me,” Jason laughed as he stood and strided over to you, “You look beautiful, but if you’re trying to get under Dick’s skin. I think you’re going to accomplish that.”

“Yeah, I didn’t realize we’d be matching. I wanted to make him mad, but I don’t want to make him think this is happening,” You gestured between you and Jason as you grimaced. The thought of ever being involved with Jason like that made you uncomfortable.

“You wish it was, sweetheart,” Jason rolled his eyes, “Why do you wanna make him mad anyways?”

“Uh, he uh- Fuck,” You groaned, throwing your head back in frustration as you let the truth out, “He told me he was bringing someone else and I know it shouldn’t be a big deal but it’s just- you know why it bothers me..”

The girls looked both confused and shocked, but Jason. Jason was absolutely fuming. He already hated the way his brother treated you, but knowing that he would do something that childish made his blood boil. He knew that Dick never brought a woman to any events because he hated the rumors that accompanied that, and if Dick was willing to put up with that just to spite you? That was enough to make him see red.

“Jason,” Steph tried, sensing that he was about to boil over.

You watched as the two girls shared a look with each other as Jason tightly clenched his fists. You felt guilty for making Jason so angry, but you knew it wasn’t you that made him mad. It was his brother and his idiotic behavior, but a part of you wished that you had just kept that to yourself. You knew that he hated the way Dick was treating you and this only added fuel to that already blazing fire.

“I’m fine,” He let out through strangled breaths, “I’m good. Let’s just go downstairs.”

Dick had been downstairs for the last thirty minutes, his heart beating harder and faster the longer he waited for your arrival. Bruce could tell that he wasn’t all the way there, but chose to not ask his son what was on his mind. In fact, he already knew the answer to his own question. Dick paced the floor, eyes glancing to the door every few seconds in case you chose to make your entrance then.

He was nervous to see you after what he had said to you last night. He had no intentions of making that lie a truth, but he still felt the guilt eating away at him ever since you had left. You hadn’t texted him when you got home, and you also hadn’t texted him all day. That was how he knew that he had struck a nerve, but he was still naive as to why. He had convinced himself that there was no way you felt the same way, so why were you suddenly so distant?

You had attempted to soothe Jason’s anger by telling him it wasn’t a big deal and that you didn’t care if Dick brought someone else, but he saw right through your lies. He curtly brushed your comments off as his eyes stayed set on the path in front of him; one thing staying at the forefront of his mind.

Your heart was bound to beat out of your chest the closer you got to the party, you’re sure of that. The combination of having to see Dick and Jason’s anger towards him was not helping ease any of your already bubbling anxiety. You wrung your fingers together as you tried to calm yourself down, but it wasn’t doing much. You wanted nothing more than to turn around and leave and pretend like nothing ever happened.

Steph and Cass kept glancing at you, passing you sympathetic gazes as they walked ahead. They could practically feel the nerves radiating off of you mixed with the pure rage off of Jason. It put them on high alert, and they knew they were going to have to keep a close eye on their brothers in order to maintain some sort of peace. A silent agreement was made to keep the two of them apart until Jason got his emotions in check.

“Jason,” You tried again as you entered the party, hand instinctively gripping Jason’s bicep “Please don’t do anything stupid. It’s fine.”

Several eyes watched as you descended the stairs on Jason’s arm and you knew whispers were being thrown around thanks to the accidental matching outfits. You had, of course, been seen with Jason countless times before, but now the public had all the proof that they needed to confirm the relationship they had created in their heads.

“I never do anything stupid, sweetheart. Everything I do is calculated and on purpose,” He teased, his anger fading for a fleeting moment.

Dick found you as soon as you stepped foot into the room, but he immediately wished that he hadn’t. Your dress was a deep red color that not only matched Jason’s tie, but the helmet that adorned his head as he prowled the streets of Gotham. Dick could feel any hope that he had shatter with each step that you took, and he hated himself for it. It was his own fault.

“Dick,” Bruce’s gruff voice pulled his gaze away from you, “If there’s going to be a problem-”

“There won’t be,” He interrupted before turning on his heels and heading straight for the bar.

Cass made a beeline straight for Dick while Steph stayed relatively close to the two of you. Jason had taken a glass of champagne from the first waitress that passed by, not even letting the poor woman get four steps away before he needed another one. Your hand stayed glued to his bicep as an attempt for comfort while also keeping him near you. Just when you thought you had grown accustomed to the scrutinizing stares of Gotham’s most elite, it was ten times worse now.

“Good evening Mister Todd,” A man you recognized from The Gotham Globe approached, his annoyingly bright smile plastered on, “I see we have made the relationship official?”

“Piss off,” Jason grumbled, dragging you away from the obnoxious reporter.

Stares lingered longer than usual and whispers were present anywhere the two of you went. You tried to tune everything out, but the ache in your heart remained. You had only seen the back of Dick as he spoke with a woman; you assumed she was his date. You barely managed to fight back tears, but the thought of Jason seeing them made it a little easier to control. Despite your current suffering, you didn’t wish him any harm.

Dick didn’t mean to find you every chance that he could. He really didn’t, but it was like his own subconscious was trying to torment him. Forcing him to watch you throw your head back with laughter as you clung to his younger brother. It lit the sort of rage within him that was different from the one he got when he was dealing with the scum of Gotham. This rage was based out of fear. He needed to get out of there, at least for a moment.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom, Jay,” You had leaned up to whisper in his ear, “I might be a while, though. I just need to breathe for a little bit.”

You slipped your arm out of his own before making way towards the stairs. You had spent enough time at these events to know where and how to escape unnoticed. You were essentially being guided by pure muscle memory as you snuck into one of the rooms that was in an area off limits to guests. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you turned and leaned your head against the dark wooden door, letting out a deep sigh.

“Are you okay,” A voice you would recognize anywhere cut through the silence. You let out a startled yelp, opening your eyes to see Dick sitting on his old bed. You had, unintentionally, guided yourself to the one room you were trying to stay away from.

His eyes dragged over your body for the thousandth time tonight, but now he was able to really admire you. You looked breathtaking. Though to him, you always did. To him, you were the most beautiful woman to exist in any world, but he couldn’t help but feel annoyed. He had come here to escape the aching in his chest for a moment, but it seemed the universe wanted him to suffer.

“I’m sorry,” You finally managed to speak, albeit quietly, “I didn’t mean to come in here.”

“It’s fine. I was just leaving,” He avoided eye contact with you as he stood.

“No, don’t,” You rushed out, taking a few steps towards him, “This is your room. I’ll leave.”

The sound of your heels clicking against the hardwood floors made Dick look up and meet your gaze. Dick had spent countless hours observing you and getting to know each and every part of your body that he could tell you were nervous. He could sense the apprehension from the way you struggled to maintain eye contact to the way your fingers pinched at the fabric of your dress. He wanted nothing more than to kiss away any anxiety you had, but he knew he couldn't do that. Not anymore.

Dick’s hair was untamed in a way that looked as if he had been pulling at it, something you knew he does when he’s frustrated. His cheeks were tinged red and eyes slightly bloodshot and tired. Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to reach out to him. To let him know that you were there, but you couldn’t let him back in again. You had endured enough pain from him.

“You look beautiful,” He quietly spoke, gaze unwavering.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes darted across the room, “Thank you. It was a last minute change and I accidentally ended up matching with Jason, which is only fueling those stupid rumors. I should have just worn the dress I originally bought, but I-”

“Y/N,” Dick cut off your rambling, knowing you would keep going until you couldn’t breathe, “You mean that you and Jason aren’t…”

Your gaze snapped to his own at the implication, and you could see the desperation and defeat swimming in his eyes. “No, Dick. No,” You squeezed your eyes shut as you shook your head, “Nothing has changed on that front, and it never will. But even if it did, why do you care? You brought a date.”

Your voice was thick with emotion as you mentioned his alleged date, and you couldn’t stop your eyes from brimming with tears. You hated that the simple thought of him with someone else made you break, but there was no stopping that now. He took a few steps towards you and took your face in his hands as you attempted to blink back tears.

“I lied,” He whispered, thumbs wiping away at the tears that managed to break free, “I never had a date. I only said I did because I was hurt and confused. I was hurt because I’ve convinced myself that Jason is the one that you want. That he’s the guy you want to be with; not me. I know that you spend a lot of time with him so I just thought...”

Your breath caught in your throat as his words settled; your skin burning in the places his fingers pressed against. You wanted to cling onto the hope that he meant that the same way that you wanted him to, but you’re scared. You’re scared to let yourself believe the one thing he had convinced you wasn’t true. Your eyes were a tell all for Dick, and he hated the painful look in them now. He could tell you were holding back, and he knew he was the cause of that.

“I don’t want to be with Jason,” You began, voice wavering, “I spend a lot of time with him because he’s my friend and he’s there for me. He listens to me and he comforts me because I’m an idiot in love with someone who doesn’t love me back.”

Every nerve in Dicks body was telling him to let you go. He would never forgive himself if someone were to find out who he was and used you to hurt him. Jason would never forgive him. Bruce taught him that keeping someone you love far away is what will keep them the safest, but what good has that done him? He’s a gloomy man who hides his feelings with a veil of indifference. A veil any person could see through if they looked hard enough.

His silence was unnerving, so you were quick to add, “Dick, it’s okay that you don't feel the same. I’ve known that for a long time.”

“I do,” He hurried as his fingers pressed slightly harder, “I love you, and that scares me in more ways than you could ever know. I thought I knew what it was like to be in love, but then I met you and I realized that nothing has ever compared to the way I feel about you. I look at you and see the rest of my life in front of my eyes. I can’t let that go.”

The tears you were desperately trying to keep at bay flowed down your cheeks as he confessed. You had been waiting to hear him say he loved you for so long that even now, it doesn’t feel real. If it weren’t for the pressure on your cheeks from his fingers, you would have convinced yourself that you were hallucinating. That he wasn’t truly there and the few glasses of champagne you had got to your head.

You lunged forward, quickly capturing his lips with your own. He let out a low groan as he dropped his hands to your waist, pulling you into his grasp. You knotted your fists in his undoubtedly expensive button up as the two of you kissed each other like your lives depend on it. Obviously, you’ve done this particular dance with Dick before, but this was different. This was the kind of kiss that splits the sky in two and opens it up to the heavens.

You can taste the alcohol on his lips as he gently turns and guides you backwards until the backs of your thighs come in contact with the obnoxiously large desk. One of his hands moves to fumble around with the various objects scattered across the desk. His struggles cause you to lightly break away and let out an airy giggle as he works to clear the top.

“I haven’t touched this thing in years I don’t know why there’s so much shit on it,” He mumbled against your lips, “Oh fuck it.”

He shoved everything onto the ground and hoisted you up onto the now empty desk, and you couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter at how cliché that was. “Calm down, hotshot. You’re going to attract an audience with that noise.”

He gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his dark, lustful gaze, “Let them watch then.”

The pool between your legs grew, aching for any sort of friction to ease the desire that had blossomed inside of you. You were desperate for a release, so you pulled him in by the back of his neck and met his lips in a blinding kiss. Dick gripped the underside of your thigh, pulling you flush against his body. Your fingers pulled and tugged at his hair and suddenly he's kissing you harder with a fervent desire that left you utterly breathless.

“Dick,” You pulled away, “If you don’t stop kissing me like that, you’re going to have to fuck me.”

Dick was slightly stunned at your bluntness, but it just made him even more attracted to you; something he did not think was possible. “Not that I don’t want to, but I don’t want you to think that was all I wanted from you,” He whispered, his eyes dancing all across your face as if he was memorizing every inch of it, “Trust me, I really really want to. I also want to do things right with you and I know I’ve been fucking it up for the last few months.”

“Who knew you were such a softie,” You teased, “But now is not the ti-”

You were cut off by Jason’s voice bouncing off the hallway walls as he called your name. You instantly shoved yourself off of the desk and began to straighten your dress. Dick let you push him away from you, his heart constricting as he let himself go back to what he thought previously. You looked behind you and you could tell that he was upset.

“Hey,” You started, cupping his cheek in your hand, “Don’t do that. It isn’t like that at all, okay? I just know that he is extremely pissed off at you right now and I want to do a little damage control first. I promise you I will come over later and we can do whatever you want.”

“Can you stay with me tonight,” He pleaded, taking your other hand in his own, “Stay with me as my girlfriend.”

He felt cheesy saying that, but he didn’t care. Not when it came to you, and especially not when he got to see the most beautiful smile that came after it. You heard Jason’s footsteps getting closer, so you have Dick one last kiss before quickly leaving his room. 

“Y/N,” Jason called out, “Were you in Dick’s room?”

“Can we go talk somewhere? I need to tell you something and I don’t think doing it in public is wise.”

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Sept 18 Dancitron Movie Night - The Matrix Reloaded

Look who took like two and a half weeks to post this because TFCon distracted me.

Prowl’s getting better at faking not being bothered. Soundwave is 100% not falling for it.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:46 pm *Soundwave's where Soundwave usually is, and so are the seats and snacks.* Swoop 7:46 pm *scampers in smelling like gunfire and energon, so about the usual just with less dirt bathing in between events* *no one inside Dancitron is dead as a result of Swoop and that means he followed the rules gdi* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Ravage sneers and hides behind the bar, where it smells better* Swoop 7:47 pm Bird? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm {{Hello~}} Swoop 7:47 pm Hi Bird : > ItsyBitsySpyers 7:48 pm {{You Swoop happy, this one fighty.}} Swoop 7:48 pm YAH! Me Swoop like fight movie!!! Swoop 7:50 pm Me Swoop like ANY fight keheh ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm ((15m warning. Getcher stuff.)) Swoop 7:55 pm ((i am actually dying at this playlist)) ItsyBitsySpyers 7:55 pm ((GOOD)) Swoop 7:57 pm *grabs some goodies with his dumb baby talons that are VERY debatable in their cleanliness* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm [[...Just take that whole bowl.]] Swoop 7:57 pm *hope y'all don't mind your treats tasting like fire, gunfire, or someone else's energon* ? ItsyBitsySpyers 7:57 pm [[The one you grabbed from. Just take the whole thing.]] Swoop 7:58 pm *assumes this is for bird and does so* : > ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm *Bird's not gonna tell him otherwise* Swoop 7:58 pm *is a good minion?* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:59 pm *The BEST* Swoop 8:01 pm *plops down in front of a couch with his legs out in front of him and the bowl between his knees* : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:01 pm *Bird drifts over and balances So Carefully on his head* Swoop 8:02 pm Guess what ItsyBitsySpyers 8:02 pm {{What what? You telling.}} Swoop 8:03 pm Me Swoop hit Motormaster off bridge ItsyBitsySpyers 8:03 pm *Laserbeak trills loudly, amazed.*

{{Him biiiiig. You tell ALL about!}} Swoop 8:05 pm Kehehhheheh! Motormaster sucks! Him only huff puff fight Optimus Prime truck fight. Him rev up go fast for ram. Me Swoop see. Me go fast and swoop - kehhehh - swoop down and HIT SIDE! Him go slide FALL off side! And Swoop on bridge : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *Gleeful cackling* {{You seen him Motormaster face when fall? Eh, eh?}} FakeProwl 8:07 pm *appears. checks his seat, and sits.* Swoop 8:07 pm Him truck So No face ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm {{Ooo, him stay truck whole down way?}} Swoop 8:07 pm Yah! Motormaster SUCK ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm *Soundwave nods to Prowl and pings him hello.* {{Neeheehee. Him crash harder if truck. Dumb.}} FakeProwl 8:08 pm *Nods and returns a greeting ping. Just a greeting ping.* Swoop 8:08 pm Grounder not good at falling ItsyBitsySpyers 8:09 pm *No telepathy today. Not unexpected.* ((...okay one more song. BUT THEN start)) Swoop 8:10 pm ((lololol)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm {{Them twins fall lots and lots. Good at it.}} Swoop 8:13 pm Oh! Sunstreaker and Sideswipe? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:14 pm ((All right, well, I don't gotta chase none of you out cause you're all 17+ so. Violence, probably cursing, there's some partial/including back nudity during the famous godawful sex/dance scene.)) ((netflix can you PLEASE behave today)) Swoop 8:15 pm ((swoop isn't mentally 17+ someone cover hsi delicate baby optics)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm ((bird can lmao)) Swoop 8:15 pm ((excellent)) ((defend the toddler from on screen makeouts)) ((and digital orgasms, if I remember right)) FakeProwl 8:16 pm ((it's okay it's just mammals. it's not inappropriate when it's animals.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:16 pm ((oh yeah. consent issues with some jackass in a restaurant.)) Swoop 8:16 pm ((you say that like swoop totally wasn't in a stream where someone tried to get him to explain nature documentary sex)) (("wrestling" came up a lot lol)) FakeProwl 8:17 pm ... For the record, those numbers at the beginning weren't actually running an advanced virtual reality simulation. Bevel 8:17 pm ((I'm so dreading this movie because I literally didn't make it past the horrible sex scene. Swoop 8:17 pm Oh her jumping Her bad at shooting ItsyBitsySpyers 8:17 pm [[Disappointing. But understandable. The humans he knows do not have one.]] Swoop 8:18 pm Bird could hit. Swoop can hit! Kehheh. FakeProwl 8:18 pm ... The type of guns she has can't shoot that fast. Unless she's figured out Neo's trick of altering reality. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:19 pm [[Perhaps she has learned since the last one?]] FakeProwl 8:19 pm Perhaps. Or, since it was a dream sequence, perhaps Neo's unconscious was inappropriately projecting his own abilities onto her. Most people don't have logical dreams. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm {{Bird hits, yes, yes. Easy target. Bird shooting small tinies in canyon, harder than whole people.}} Swoop 8:20 pm What tinies? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm {{Bugs, rocks, flobsters.}} Swoop 8:21 pm Fun : > Oh her head bumpy ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm @Prowl: (txt): Prowl's dreams, ever nonsensical? FakeProwl 8:23 pm Only when I'm interfacing or in another impaired state of mind. ((why do they all wear shades, omg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm *Quietly hopes to borrow the experience of both type of dreams some distant day* ((early 2000s Edge)) Swoop 8:25 pm KAH! FakeProwl 8:25 pm ((... what if it's because they reached their 20s/30s before using their eyes for the first time.)) (("light sucks, let's have less of that")) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((this is in the matrix though, agents and all)) FakeProwl 8:25 pm (("now i'm so used to wearing shades i want my avatar to wear them too")) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm [[...FASCINATING.]] Swoop 8:25 pm ((true but they project how they imagine themselves here so if they got used to light hurting their eyes, maybe it'd start in the matrix too?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm ((good points!)) Swoop 8:26 pm Him flier now? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm {{Him anything him imagine.}} Swoop 8:26 pm PAHA! Cloud not do that WHen go fast That silly ....it cool if cloud do that ItsyBitsySpyers 8:27 pm {{You try.}} Swoop 8:27 pm kaaaay ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm {{...After movie. You staying here first.}} Swoop 8:28 pm Kay : > FakeProwl 8:28 pm *... leans slightly on Soundwave* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Because if Swoop goes who knows what Prowl and the Boss will get up to-- SEE* Swoop 8:28 pm *swoop's got you Bird, he is a phenomenal cockblock, just ask his parents* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm *Soundwave twists slightly to allow himself to wrap an arm around Prowl's shoulders and lean in.* FakeProwl 8:29 pm *Swoop doesn't need to be here for them to be cockblocked. Prowl would NEVER do something that he thinks would make his current audience uncomfortable. He just needs to be told they're uncomfortable.* Swoop 8:29 pm KEH him bump shoulder ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm @P: (txt): ...Prowl received similar reception often? Morpheus'. FakeProwl 8:31 pm In what sense? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm (txt): Plan disliked, first greeting afterward: this. *Points to these two* FakeProwl 8:32 pm No, I'm usually the one behind the desk. Swoop 8:32 pm What miss-say-yah means? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm *Nods. He wonders if that would make someone like the Prime the Morpheus human instead* Swoop 8:33 pm :V Big FakeProwl 8:33 pm ... Telling the idiots off. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:33 pm [[A messiah is... a leading figure of a group that acts as a savior to them.]] Swoop 8:34 pm Commander King Same thing? FakeProwl 8:36 pm ((don't you hate it when you're trying to get some action and you're cockblocked by an army of devoted worshippers)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm {{Nooooo. Them not same thing.}}

((LOL)) Swoop 8:36 pm ((#PrimeProblems)) Why not? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[He would be interested in testing the acoustic properties of this cavern.]] Swoop 8:39 pm Me Swoop live in cave 😆 Bevel 8:39 pm ((OMFG, Link and his wife/girlfriend Zee are fucking references to Link and Zelda I can't Swoop 8:39 pm This WAY big cave Bigger than Dinocave FakeProwl 8:39 pm Either it's very good, or the people in the back are only cheering because the people in the front are cheering. Swoop 8:40 pm Caves cool : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[...A festival.]] FakeProwl 8:41 pm ... That's all well and good, but they should be planning an evacuation. Swoop 8:41 pm Evacuation means run away ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[They should.]]

{{THIS cave cool. Dinobot cave too small. Swoop need big cave.}} Swoop 8:42 pm Me Swoop am small. SLUDGE need big cave, kehehhehh. FakeProwl 8:42 pm *Leans more heavily on Soundwave and goes still.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:42 pm [[...Still. It does remind him of - things.]] FakeProwl 8:43 pm ((is that fucking lava. are they in a cave with lava.)) Swoop 8:43 pm ((bird you better be read to defend swoop from the blandest sex scene of all time)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm *Laserbeak casually wraps Swoop's face up with feelers. Not gonna hear anything from Ratchet, no sir.* Swoop 8:44 pm *is a confused burrito, but not an upset one* *lots of giggles and patting feelers* What?? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm {{Is game. You go whole music quiet, Bird gives gift.}} Swoop 8:45 pm Bird. Me Swoop never quiet. Not one day whoooole life. Kehheh. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:45 pm {{How you good flight spy if not learn quiet, eh?}} Swoop 8:45 pm NOT good spy kehehhh FakeProwl 8:46 pm ((this isn't even softcore porn. this is like, cottage cheesecore.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:46 pm {{Fiiiine. You be regular Swoop.}} *Bird unwraps his head* Swoop 8:47 pm *is still vaguely confused but all smiles* You Bird sneaky, quiet spy. Swoop tear off mech head instead, kehhehh. Melt face too. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm @Prowl: (txt): ...Unpleasant event approaches. FakeProwl 8:48 pm *Not a lot of warning, was it.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm {{Him Ratchet melt face. You him creation, yes, yes. All through.}} Swoop 8:48 pm When Ratchet melt face?? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:49 pm *The mun can only type so fast* FakeProwl 8:49 pm *His expression doesn't change, he doesn't move.* ((lol fair)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm {{Ours did. One time, her weld Vehicon face.}} Swoop 8:50 pm Awesome!!! Melting mech is fun : > ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @Prowl: (txt): ...Object-watching, enjoyed? Stars, machines, moving item? {{Zap mech better.}} Swoop 8:53 pm Noo *he giggles with a shiteating grin* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm {{Uh-huh. Them wiggle big.}} Swoop 8:53 pm On fire wiggle big too! Run away fall down kehehhehh FakeProwl 8:53 pm A few objects. Most are tedious. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm (txt): What few?

*Good. At least he's responding. After the conversation last week, he wasn't sure how this would go.* {{Heh, zap not go aaaaaanywhere.}} Swoop 8:55 pm You zap bot DEAD? FakeProwl 8:55 pm *Starts to reply—stops.* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm {{Not laaaaaaaately. Neeheehee.}} Swoop 8:56 pm Kehehhehhhh. Cool. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Ping nudge. All right there?* FakeProwl 8:57 pm *... Starts again.* Raindrops. Sometimes. Crowds. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm (txt): ...Dance crowd: acceptable, if muted? [[...Seraph. Protecting.]] Soft huff. [[A guardian angel. How amusing.]] Swoop 9:00 pm *tosses a goodie up in the air for bird to catch then shoves a handful in his face* FakeProwl 9:00 pm *He's gone silent again. Somewhere around the white hall with the endless doors.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:00 pm *Bird grabs as many as she can in her feeler claws and stuffs them in her mouth all at once* Swoop 9:00 pm !!! Kehehhhehhehh You BIrd BEST at eating goodies You can Grimlock eat same way kehhehheh lot of bite dead FakeProwl 9:01 pm ... Acceptable. *He's not sure what he just agreed to.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm *Nothing, yet.*

((PIGEONS)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm *Soundwave's not sure why a white hallway has the same silencing effect as the Smith Agent overwriting someone, so he just notes it and carries on* FakeProwl 9:03 pm *Prowl's not sure either.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm (txt): Invitation: Muted camera feed given, time: Dancitron operating hours, date: Prowl's choice.

{{Neheh, them goodies not living.}} [[Accurate.]] Swoop 9:05 pm Not ANYMORE! Bird get, CHOMP! Dead. FakeProwl 9:06 pm ... Acknowledged. *He's not sure why he received the invitation. He'll review it later.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm *Because Soundwave could offer it. Nothing more complex than that.*

[[He wonders why the other Agent hum-- the other Agent programs, do not hunt this one down.]] FakeProwl 9:08 pm Because he now has the choice to do anything he wants, and what he wants to do is what he was programmed to do. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:08 pm ((frick i forgot that happened)) Swoop 9:08 pm Them punch Bevel 9:09 pm ((I've always liked the music for the fight scenes for some reason ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm [[...Apparently he IS unwelcome.]] Swoop 9:11 pm KAH! Him hit ((omfg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:12 pm {{...How many him GOT?}} FakeProwl 9:12 pm *Are the people and programs that Smith overwrote still trapped in their own heads, like prisoners being puppeted? Or are they dead?* Swoop 9:12 pm Lot lot lot lot FakeProwl 9:13 pm *Prowl hopes they're dead.* Swoop 9:13 pm KEHHEHHH Them domino sounds Dog pile kehhehheh ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm {{Cheater!}} Swoop 9:14 pm Flying not cheating! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm *That is - unsettling. If he thinks of it in terms of a virus overwriting scores of memories inside his helm, rather than someone overwriting entire people.* *And if it is unsettling to him, it must be worse to Prowl. He nods to himself, thinking.* Swoop 9:17 pm *meanwhile swoop is over here disappointed in the lack of gore, where are the guts spilling everywhere?so lame* FakeProwl 9:18 pm *Probably hard to tell; he hasn't twitched since before the dance scene.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[French is not -his- favorite.]] @Prowl: (txt): ...Prowl recalls promised Spock tapes? FakeProwl 9:21 pm Yes. Swoop 9:21 pm *attempts to lick the bottom of the goodie bowl* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm (txt): Three, after trilogy: complete. This, promised. Three more, after month.

*Something... not so disturbing, to hold on to.* [[If he ever carries on like this, please, sedate him.]] FakeProwl 9:23 pm ... Noted. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm {{Heh heh. Swoop gonna getting bowl stuck on face.}} Swoop 9:27 pm Nuhh uhhhh FakeProwl 9:28 pm ... I'd rather they explain what the Keymaker is for than continue exploring human sexuality. Swoop 9:29 pm Her a fish FakeProwl 9:29 pm What was the point of that. She could have let them live and pretended to them that this was all aboveboard. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:30 pm [[She is playing a game with her companion.]] [[For these reasons.]] Gesture. [[Boredom leads one to find interesting ways to pass time.]] FakeProwl 9:31 pm Hm. Petty. But I suppose the Matrix is just a playground to rogue programs. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Small glance.* Swoop 9:33 pm Them not bleed, Bird. Nothing! But drip. Boring. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:33 pm *Turns head back to screen*

[[He supposes that depends on what each rogue program wants from it.]] {{This not scary movie. THEM blood everywhere.}} Swoop 9:34 pm Him stab in tummy and all dry nothing : < Swoop 9:35 pm YAHHH That better : > FakeProwl 9:36 pm They have the power of gods; no emotional investment in, loyalty to, or reason to play along with the fiction running around them; and no access to a realm or world where their actions have any meaning or purpose. What is there left to do but play? They're stuck inside a video game , with access to all the hacks and cheat codes, with no option to turn it off and go home. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:38 pm [[These particular programs. The Oracle appears to be more knowledgeable and powerful than any of them, yet she has an attachment of some kind.]] FakeProwl 9:39 pm Because she has the power to impact the real world, and the selflessness to care about what happens in it even though she can't reach it. Smith might be the same. Swoop 9:40 pm DEAD FakeProwl 9:40 pm They might be trapped in the Matrix, but the consequences of their actions aren't. And that's what matters to them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm *Nods.* {{Many, many dead. Where cops?}} Swoop 9:41 pm Dead too! ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm {{Need more.}} Swoop 9:42 pm KAHAHA Swoop 9:43 pm :V SPLASH ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[He assumes you would care, were this real.]] FakeProwl 9:43 pm About? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[The world outside the Matrix. Or the one within it. Both.]] Swoop 9:44 pm That car really weak bad at fight keheheh BUT good at EXPLODE ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm {{Them fight ghost so much. Throw salt. It over quick.}} FakeProwl 9:45 pm Mm. Swoop 9:45 pm Salt? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [{{Bird seen on datanet. Ghosts scared.}} Swoop 9:45 pm Oh Then No ocean ghosts because salt ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm {{Fish not ghost ever ever, heh heh.}} Swoop 9:46 pm keehee ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [][][]Mm[][][]? FakeProwl 9:47 pm Yes. *There's so many people being taken over.* Windchill 9:47 pm *Appears, sorry everyone.* Swoop 9:47 pm ohhh kehheh that trick hurt arm kehhhehh fun tho Windchill 9:47 pm *Instantly recognizes that hideous green filter and makes a face.* Swoop 9:48 pm WHAT? kehhehhehhh Them fly weird, bird kehhhehhhh Windchill 9:48 pm *He's gonna sit down, out of the way and suffer that colour in relative silence.* *See, swords are lame.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm @P: (txt): Query: Grunt type? Uncommitted, uncertain, uncomfortable? FakeProwl 9:51 pm Distracted. Windchill 9:51 pm *Snorts.* FakeProwl 9:51 pm *Also uncomfortable, but it's hard to sort question discomfort from movie discomfort.* Windchill 9:52 pm *Raises a brow.* *points* An inflamed anus. Swoop 9:52 pm Flame what? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:52 pm {{Nasty.}} Windchill 9:53 pm *Snickers.* FakeProwl 9:53 pm Why don't the machines imbue their enforcer programs with the same reality-altering abilities other programs have? Why give them the ability to be damaged by "physical" attacks? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm *Oh, look at all the mechanical octopus things. He does adore them.*

[[Perhaps it is a glit--]] The source? Source code? FakeProwl 9:54 pm If it's a glitch, then why haven't they been recalled, deleted, and replaced with a patched version? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:54 pm *Small helm shake.*

[[An untouchable program would be dangerous if it went rogue. Like the Smith Agent.]] FakeProwl 9:55 pm Not at all. They're video game characters. Make a character that can't be defeated in the game, and a programmer on a terminal on the outside can still edit and delete the data. Swoop 9:55 pm That noise weird : / Windchill 9:55 pm What noise? Swoop 9:56 pm *touches the base of his neck* Noise. Windchill 9:56 pm *He'd stopped paying attention.* Oh. *Her glasses are comically crooked.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:57 pm [[The Smith Agent leaked into a real human. If he took control of all the humans, the machines relying on their use as batteries could be endangered.]] Swoop 9:58 pm Him throw ItsyBitsySpyers 9:58 pm [[They would be unable to edit anything if their system broke.]] Windchill 9:58 pm Dead. FakeProwl 9:58 pm So make them invincible but don't give them the ability to possess and take over others. It only becomes an issue if the machines have become too lazy or complacent to monitor their own simulation. Swoop 9:59 pm Dead? DEAD Windchill 9:59 pm Hmm. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:00 pm [[Then the enforcers would not be as efficient. They could not...]] Small hand motion. [[The tracking through others and appearing. They could not do that.]] FakeProwl 10:00 pm And what if he DOES leak into a human? So what if the entire simulation is filled with nothing but Smiths? Smith is programmed to protect and maintain the Matrix. A reprogrammed battery is still a battery. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Negative. In the first film, he stated that he wanted out. To be away from the Matrix. He does not care for it.]] Swoop 10:01 pm *DOUBLE FIST PUMP* FakeProwl 10:01 pm But he continues to do his duty. Windchill 10:01 pm Nice. FakeProwl 10:02 pm And competent programmers and regular troubleshooters could have mitigated his desire to get out. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm [[He does vengeance.]] Windchill 10:02 pm Ew. FakeProwl 10:02 pm *Silence.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:03 pm ((me: watches the movie so i can have him tell prowl when the overwriting happens also me: forgets 99% of the timing)) Swoop 10:03 pm Him blood ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm [[Waste of a useful program.]] Swoop 10:05 pm Teletraan ItsyBitsySpyers 10:05 pm *Soundwave so-very-gently tugs Prowl in more.* Swoop 10:05 pm Kinda ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *......Look at that room. He's suddenly massively jealous* Windchill 10:06 pm *Chinhands.* Looks like the Kentucky Fried Chicken man. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm {{Bird heard Teletraan. It sound different.}} Windchill 10:06 pm The chicken man of...evil? FakeProwl 10:07 pm *twitches, jerks, adjusts, and stills again.* Swoop 10:07 pm Teletraan got lots of screens. It by Dinocave. Kind of! FakeProwl 10:11 pm *Prowl doesn't understand why he was pulled in. This is the best part of the movie.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm *Partly because silence, partly because good parts in movies should be enjoyed together* FakeProwl 10:13 pm *That was a scene made for Prowl.* Swoop 10:13 pm Melt? YAAHHHHH ItsyBitsySpyers 10:13 pm {{Explode.}} Windchill 10:14 pm I've seen faster. PRetty sure. Swoop 10:14 pm Cars chasing? Windchill 10:14 pm If he slams into her I'm gonna laugh. *Snorts.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:15 pm *The speed at which he has to be processing these things, to go that fast and not hit buildings...* Windchill 10:16 pm Creepy. Swoop 10:16 pm What happen?? Windchill 10:16 pm *Keeps his damned mouth shut on this one.* FakeProwl 10:16 pm ((poor link tho)) Swoop 10:18 pm It throw again? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm [[...it has a deployer?]] [[Oh. A bomb.]] Windchill 10:18 pm I can appreciate all of those eyeballs. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm {{Run, run, run~}} FakeProwl 10:18 pm A very short-lived deployer. Swoop 10:18 pm KAH!!! ItsyBitsySpyers 10:19 pm [[Pity. He once knew of a cannon-mode carrier unit. Hers survived the attacks though.]] FakeProwl 10:20 pm ... The Oracle was never rogue. That's why she didn't resort to playing like the others. She was always serving her function. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm [[Disappointing. Interesting. But disappointing.]] [[...Ah.]] FakeProwl 10:22 pm Disappointing? Windchill 10:22 pm ...How many of these did they make? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:22 pm [[There is one more, Windchill.]] Swoop 10:22 pm *reaches forward and grabs his toes so he can streeeeeeeeeeeettchhhhh* Windchill 10:22 pm Amazing. Swoop 10:22 pm More blood next time : > Windchill 10:25 pm *nods. More blood!* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm [[Perhaps that is the wrong word. It is - complicated.]] FakeProwl 10:26 pm Hm. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm *Laserbeak nearly topples off Swoop's head and squawks, floating into the air* Swoop 10:26 pm ??? !!! kehhehhhhehh falling bird FakeProwl 10:26 pm ... I prefer it. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:26 pm [[He recognizes that it is her function, and her choice to do it, but he liked her existence a little more when he did not know she knew.]]

[[...But that would make her a poor Oracle, he supposes.]] [[Still. She is fascinating.]] {{Bird not fall. Bird fly. That different.}} {{Okay! You come making swirly cloud.}} Swoop 10:28 pm Swirly cloud? OH SWIRLY CLOUD Yah sure us go!!!!! Windchill 10:28 pm *Stretches.* FakeProwl 10:28 pm I'm not comfortable with prophets when I don't know where they're getting their information. Windchill 10:28 pm Well, that was weird. FakeProwl 10:29 pm I much prefer the revelation that she knows what's going to happen because she sat in on the planning sessions. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:30 pm [[Weird, yes. But enjoyable, in its way.]]

[[He would prefer to have the minutes of the planning sessions and skip the prophecy altogether.]] FakeProwl 10:30 pm Hm. Yes. Windchill 10:31 pm I'm sure it's less weird when you watch the whole thing. FakeProwl 10:31 pm Although we received a fair summary of the minutes, I think. Windchill 10:31 pm *He conveniently only arrives for the end fight sequences.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:31 pm [[Yes. You have missed most of them both.]] Windchill 10:32 pm *Shrugs. His work comes first.* Must have been my green senses tingling. Windchill 10:35 pm *Rolls to his feet; it's time to go.* Later, suckerrrrrs. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:35 pm [[It is a refreshing break from all the blue. As much as he likes blue.]] [[Goodnight, Windchill.]] [[And a fair summary indeed. But he would like more, now that he's had some. We will have to see.]] FakeProwl 10:36 pm There's one more. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm *Now that Windchill is gone and there's nobody to broadcast at except the one he hasn't permission for:* (txt): Prowl attends final portion? FakeProwl 10:37 pm Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:39 pm *Light huff and gentle thumb stroke. Stubborn mech. But he's grateful, even so. *

(txt): Curiosity overrides? FakeProwl 10:40 pm *Neutrally.* Overrides what? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Tilts his helm to one side, then the other* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:43 pm (txt): ...Discomfort. FakeProwl 10:47 pm *Neutrally.* Discomfort? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:55 pm (txt): Request: Assume Soundwave: observant amica, not complete stranger. FakeProwl 10:56 pm ... Noted. *That he needs to try harder.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:05 pm *Small vent.*

(txt): Soundwave's discomfort given during Unicron tapes. Prowl assisted. Permit return.

(txt): This, relationship. Pillars: mutual connection, support, acceptance. All offered. Standing alone: possible - dangerous, lonely, unnecessary. Superior option: together. This, Prowl stated in offered song: Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now. Prowl recalls? FakeProwl 11:07 pm *Goddammit, those are good points.* FakeProwl 11:10 pm It is imperative that I be /able/ to stand alone. This is practice. If I can't even stand a movie, I can't stand being faced with the real thing. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:22 pm (txt): Movie plays now? Crowd present now? Negative.

(txt): Give weight in private. Soundwave absorbs. Accumulated strain decreases. Prowl regains energy. Then, Prowl's public stance: straighter, stronger. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm (txt): Problem: broken strut. Soundwave's offer: limb cast, physical therapy. Eventual outcome: safely repaired arm, cast removed. Arm: strong, useful alone. FakeProwl 11:29 pm *Silent, processing; then, shakes head.* I've got nothing that can be given over. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm (txt): Factual details, reactions, fears, angers, confusion, despair, physical comfort needs, event processing progress notes... many.

(txt): ...Come. Soundwave shares.

*Makes as if he's gonna get to his feet.* FakeProwl 11:35 pm *Dryly.* I signed up for an amica, not a therapist. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:36 pm (txt): Good. Soundwave: not therapist. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:37 pm *Despite what half the multiverse seems to think.* FakeProwl 11:37 pm I've processed my emotions. They're processed. Past tense. Reprocessing them unnecessarily prolongs them. I have no physical comfort needs. I don't have progress notes worth sharing; even if translating them into a shareable form wasn't a burden. I patch my own struts. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:51 pm (txt): If practice: still required, past tense: present tense.

*Shakes his helm.*

(txt): Prowl: not medic either. FakeProwl 11:52 pm I have, at this moment, no emotions to process. ... No emotions related to the movie. Some annoyance at being pushed to share things I've said I don't have to share. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:53 pm *Soundwave lifts both hands palm up.* FakeProwl 11:54 pm Not a lot of annoyance. I'm not angry. Just—in the interest of full disclosure. It was inaccurate to say I have NO emotions. I'm trying to be verbally precise, not criticize you. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm (txt): Understood. Prowl said Soundwave voices wants. Soundwave--

*Has so many more than he has the time to share tonight. Far more than Prowl wants to hear.*

(txt): Tried. Cannot read Prowl, tell when truthful, defense hiding. Some push, only option. Annoyance: accepted. Subject: discarded.

*For now.* Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm (txt): Time: short. Soundwave: tired. Zori surgery soon. Prowl joins, returns home? FakeProwl 12:01 am *... Prowl had misinterpreted. It wasn't Soundwave trying to give what he assumed Prowl needed. It was Soundwave asking for what he wanted.* *Why did this have to be what Soundwave wanted?* ... I'll join you. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:04 am (txt): Acknowledged. Follow, location: apartment.

*And off he goes, to get some sleep with at least some of what he wants.* FakeProwl 12:04 am *Nods and disappears, to reappear in the apartment.*

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Coco 👑Last Thursday at 11:44 PM

It's been a few hours since the whole Trickster thing wore off at this point you got to puke it all out and to take a nice long shower, something anyone would need after this bullshit. This leaves you awkwardly sitting on your bed with Dave, who apparently gained the privilege of entering the hideout during all the shit going down the past week or so. You are not going to complain about that at all but the silence right now after things are finally slowing down is unbearable. You just have to say something preferably something that will start a lighthearted and conversation and won't kickstart yet another emotional breakdown. "So...Uh...Tricksters huh? Sorry for uh...Going all psycho on your ass and shit.." Nailed it.

rootyLast Thursday at 11:47 PM

Ehhh dunno if you got that privilege just yet or if you even remember where that one backdoor tunnel goes, but you definitely stayed a night or two because you're just tired of everything. You just shrug. "I started it, should've just let you go ahead but I just had to come after you." Well, sure, Sock was really weird, but you kind of fucked up the whole happy trickster thing too, right? Else you might have been just as freaky.

Coco 👑Last Thursday at 11:58 PM

Probably not a permanent privilege just yet, but he's here right now, that's all that counts. "Yeah, guess it's all your fault." You say that in a total deadpan but you hope that Dave knows you well enough by now to realize it's supposed to be a joke, if not the best one. "Seriously though, I got really creepy on you and..I'm sorry dude. Even called you my boyfriend and shit..." 

rootyYesterday at 12:02 AM

Honestly, that doesn't even properly register in your brain. Like, come on, that wasn't the worst of it all. "It's alright, I probably would've done the same if I had an actual sugar rush. It just kinda all sucked."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 12:04 AM

"Thanks uh..thanks for not fingering my bullet wounds though. That would be one weird memory to have..." Not that you don't have enough of those as is. Ugh.

rootyYesterday at 12:07 AM

"Uh, you're welcome. I mean I wish I could say I've done weirder shit before, but.. nah, not really, that was really something. That's not like, an urge you got regularly, do you..."

Coco 👑Yesterday at 12:11 AM

"You've seen all my hole filling needs so far... I dunno where..that came from." You decide not to mention what you got up to ding with your holes without him. That's not gonna help. "Only thing I did that really made sense was..hm..." You are not sure if you should say that but then again, fuck it? Everything's shit already. "..calling you my boyfriend."

rootyYesterday at 12:12 AM

You.. don't even know how to react that. Can't really say that it totally catches you off-guard, I mean, look at how much you've been together already, but. Man, you suck at this and you know it. "Alright." Nailed it.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 12:22 AM

"I...Ugh dude I feel like such an idiot here. It's...What..What are we even doing? Are we boyfriends?" You have been hanging out for ho long now? When did you start having sex? How often did you actually tell each other 'I love you' so far? A lot, though never without the possibility of blaming being high on illegal substances or just sex. It's hard to look at anything but you hands but you do sneak a glance at his face to see his reaction.

rootyYesterday at 9:44 AM

You don't know how to answer this. Actually you do, it's more like you physically can't. You lean there, getting really nervous and blushing just a little and very much avoiding his eyes. "Huhhh..." Fuck you fucking idiot.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 2:00 PM

Well that doesn't really help. It only makes you feel like more of an idiot for bringing this up. Maybe you misunderstood everything you guys did in the past twoish years. Maybe you shouldn't have brought it up, ever. Maybe he actually secretly hates you and wants you dead- No stop this is getting stupid. Well you are stupidly anxious about this and it shows. It's hard to actually look at Dave anymore. "That's...That's not an answer dude...We can just...shit i dont know. Sorry for asking." Nice chickening out there chicken boy.

rootyYesterday at 2:43 PM

Oh no, Sock definitely didn't misunderstand. That's just what happens when you crush on personified denial. You look incredibly stressed and nervous, trying to find a satisfying solution to an impossible problem. The problem being you. "No, it's.." Well, great, now you feel bad cause your chickening out made him chicken out. Urgh. Just tabbing out and asking Aradia for help would be really rude, right? Something something sometimes it's worth the risk and all and hell. You like him. "I mean. I.. I guess." That sure was a complete and comprehensive conversation.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 7:38 PM

"You guess...? That uh..That we're..you know? Or that we can..drop it?" You hope for the first answer for sure but you also really don't want to get your hopes up. Stupid bird boy.

rootyYesterday at 7:46 PM

God, he's really making you say it, is he? Fucking hell. You sink back into the matress a little, wishing you were anywhere but here but what else is new. "The thing. The boy.. friend.. thing." Your voice is getting smaller with every word.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 7:59 PM

"Oh..." It actually takes you a moment to process that. Is that a yes? It sounds like a yes. Is he sure about the yes? Do you deserve a yes? What if he just feels like he has to say yes but secretly he hates you- No bad again. Wrong. Stop.  You take a deep breath before you gather all your courage and tackle the poor guy on the bed to kiss him. That's what you are supposed to do in a moment like this right? You pull away and look down at Dave and it feels like you are running the most nasty fever in the world. God you have to look like a god damn tomato. "Are...Are you sure? Is this okay?" It feels okay to you but... You are not so sure about Dave.  It's hard not to let your fears and insecurities take over.

rootyYesterday at 9:39 PM

Oh. Oh god. Yeah, making out still feels really good, though you're also totally caught offguard. And blushing much harder than Sock because you're a few degrees paler. You have a really hard time meeting his eyes. Please stop expecting so much, you're just a simple Dave... "Y.. yeah. It is......"

Coco 👑Yesterday at 10:15 PM

Oh wow, you've never seen him blush this hard.  That actually reassures you and you give him your biggest dumbest grin. "Does that mean we can hold hands in public?"

rootyYesterday at 10:51 PM

*"Wow wow wow. Slow down there alright who the hell do you think I am." You almost sound upset, but there's the teeniest tiny awkward grin on your face. God. Fuck. Yeah, alright. You love him. Look at that idiot.

Coco 👑Yesterday at 11:03 PM

"I think you are Dave Strider." You kiss him again, longer this time. "The biggest gaylord on Derse and my fucking boyfriend." Saying that feels just a little weird still but it's easier packaged as a joke and...It might be weird but it's also really nice. The smile just doesn't leave your face.

rootyToday at 12:24 AM

"Shut up." God. Fuck. Fucking hell. For once, the giddy excitement just barely outweighs the absolute terror in your bone, and yet he just talks way too fucking much and you pull him in for another deep kiss.

Coco 👑Today at 1:05 AM

You easily let him shut you up with kisses. Hell yeah you will take that any day. Fuck, you'd really like that every day for real. Maybe you can pretend that this is going to be every day from now on for just a minute. You don't know how long you've been making out when you finally speak up again, grabbing his hand because well..You are gay. And you want to hold onto him. "Hey... I'm really happy." And you really are. For once, just for now, nothing else really matters. You can go back to worrying about everything tomorrow.

rootyToday at 1:09 AM

"Fuuck..." Hell, this is gay. He's so gay. You're so gay. And excited. And nervous. Like what, this isn't your first crush, not your first makeout, not even your first relationship. But it was... so much more than this. "Me too..." you answer somewhat shaky. You really mean it though.

Coco 👑Today at 1:30 AM

He looks so utterly vulnerable right now and it makes your heart beat just a little bit faster. You know how much he wants to come off as cool and collected even if he's just a big loser so just getting this close... It feels special. It makes you feel like you are special, in the good way for once in your life. "I love you." It slips out before you can even consider what you are saying but well...You do. You did for a while now. You even said it before but it feels so different to say it now.

rootyToday at 1:53 AM

You're not vulnerable, you're cool af. Okay, that's a lie, but one you gotta tell yourself to preserve what little is left of your self-esteem and composure. Except, that 'I love you' completely sweeps the rest of it away too and you start to tear up a little (to be fair, you're exhausted as fuck), which is probably a weird look with that awkward grin of you. You reply, though you mouth your answer mor than you actually speak it. Hopefully Sock can guess what you tried to say.

Coco 👑Today at 2:04 AM

Look at that big sap, does he actually have tears in his eyes? You'd tease him about it under different circumstances but right now? You're not going to ruin this. That reply is more than good enough for you, you honestly didn't expect one at all and that would have been okay too. You answer with some more kisses instead, too scared to ruin the moment if you keep on talking.

rootyToday at 2:10 AM

Kisses. Right, yes, that's a thing you can do. It's like a button got pushed, snapping you out of your deer-in-headlights kinda trance, and you kiss him in return on any spot you can find and reach.

Coco 👑Today at 2:21 AM

The sudden affection makes you chuckle a little. It's nice. You pull Dave as close as you can and carefully wrap your wings around him. This feels right, you can get used to this. The past days? Weeks? Years? Have been so exhausting but it's all worth it for this little moment. It's easy to fall asleep when you are with your boyfriend.

rootyToday at 2:25 AM

Yes. Yes, this is nice. And you don't stop the kisses for a few more moments. You probably won't ever get used to this, but even then, this isn't all that bad.

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