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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 27, 2010 22:49:38 GMT -5
Rodimus eyes Springer warily.
"'Nicer Impactor'?" he asks, then shakes his head. "Wow," he mutters.
Then he shakes his head. "I keep telling myself that we had been gaining ground when I was pulled. We had turned the war around, again, and Kup and Springer - well, my Springer - can more than handle the situation back home. But then I worry that that's... giving myself permission to get too comfortable."
He smiles faintly. "Erm, sorry to be dumping this on you, Springer." He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. "You're just enough like the one back home that it's kind of easy to respond to you the same way."
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Post by Springer on Oct 30, 2010 15:11:09 GMT -5
Springer nods. "Yeah... Mine was obsessive, borderline psychotic..." he answers, looking a bit distant. "That's a story for another time, though."
He shrugs as Rodimus apologizes. "Ah, don't worry about it. Good to know I'm familiar to others, even if a lot of others aren't to me." That sentiment carries a deeper meaning now, with a sinister shade to it...
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 30, 2010 19:56:49 GMT -5
"I guess," Rodimus smirks. "Kind of awkward to be on the other side of that equation." He snorts. "Not nearly as awkward as dealing with all of the people who are familiar with me as Hot Rod, though!"
That sentiment, too, now has a second meaning, though it's one that Rodimus himself is unaware of!
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Oct 31, 2010 0:43:34 GMT -5
Arcee walks by the open lounge door, stops, takes two steps back and peers into the room. She grins. Really, can she ignore an opportunity like this?
Of course not.
She walks over to the couch and leans over between her two friends, elbows propped on the couch back, chin cupped in her hands.
"Hey Roddy, Springer. Getting in some male bonding time?" she asks, smirking.
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Post by Springer on Nov 2, 2010 22:27:10 GMT -5
Springer nods. "Yeah. On the other hand, at least we don't have it as bad as Magnus," he says, shaking his head with a half-grin.
Then Arcee shows up, and Springer looks up, kind of a deer-in-the-headlights look of being caught off-guard. "Uh. I guess so."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 2, 2010 22:39:45 GMT -5
Pretty much at the same time Springer is answering, 'Uh, I guess so,' Rodimus, equally deer-in-the-headlights looking, sputters out, "Arcee! It's not-!" Wait. Male bonding? That's completely innocent! There's no need to deny that! He covers his face with the palm of his hand and groans faintly at his own reaction.
"Uhm. Yeah, Arcee. Sure."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Nov 2, 2010 23:21:33 GMT -5
"Springer, really. You of all people should not be playing straight man to H- Rodimus," Arcee tilts her head down to hide her embarrassment. She hasn't slipped like that with Rodimus in a long while. The situation just brings back some memories.
"Glad to see you two are getting to play together a bit. I thought Spinger might be too busy being a local hero to indulge his likes of red and gold," she says. Arcee can't help needling them a bit more, and adds, "So, mind if I watch?"
Her optics are focused on the screen, but the innocence in her expression is entirely feigned.
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Post by Springer on Nov 3, 2010 22:57:53 GMT -5
Springer looks at himself, then at Rodimus. "I dunno, he's got more curves than I do, so that makes me the straight man by default if you wanna get picky about it..."
Then Arcee ribs him a bit, and Springer half-grins. "Man, I'm not gonna hear the end of that, am I? I was just doing what needed to be done is all, like I told Rodimus."
Then he glances at the screen, then back to Arcee. "He's the one playing, but I don't mind. Haven't really talked with you since I was laid up after that doppleganger nonsense."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 3, 2010 23:16:33 GMT -5
Rodimus pretends not to notice Arcee's slip. It does hurt. It's an understandable mistake, but it still hurts. But still, for just a moment, the young Prime's smile gets a bit more superficial. It doesn't last long, and he can't help an amused snort at Arcee's needling. That snort turns into an all out laugh at Springer's rebuttal and his observation of Rodimus's 'curves.' He grins at Springer. "Oh, you'll live it down. It'll take awhile, but you'll live it down."
Then he glances up at Arcee. "And of course I don't mind you, Arcee." He looks between her and Springer and grins. "Really, either of you are welcome to join in if you want."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Nov 4, 2010 23:53:27 GMT -5
Hearing Rodimus laugh like makes Arcee's smile widen. She'll never admit it, but she worries about him. He's so much... more than Hot Rod ever was, much younger, yet cheated of true youth.
She walks around and tries to slip in between Springer an Rodimus on the couch, settling in with on hand on each of heir knees if she isn't stopped.
Arcee looks from one to the other. "Almost like old times, huh?" she asks.
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Post by Springer on Nov 5, 2010 0:15:41 GMT -5
"Take a while, eh? Well, I suppose that's to be expected when one makes the news." He shakes his head a bit. "I don't even know what happened to the lady or her jerky husband."
Then Arcee sits down, and mentions that it's like old times, and Springer's fuel tank flips. He's conflicted. He knows them! But...his memories object. He's supposed to be a Springer that only knows a rebellious Hot Rod (Not like that's any different) and no Arcee... It's all a big mess.
Springer just opts to politely decline Rodimus' offer to play. "Eh, after my embarrassing show with Breakaway's flight training, I should probably avoid sims for a bit..."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 5, 2010 7:23:25 GMT -5
Rodimus does nothing to stop Arcee from putting her hand on his knee. He might have, only a couple of weeks before, but more recent events and conversations and the thought, 'Maybe it won't kill someone to let them get close to me,' is, insidiously, terrifyingly, making its way through his processors.
So instead, Rodimus smiles fondly down at Arcee. "Depends on whose 'old times' you're talking about!" He looks up at the game and frowns for a moment as his character dies, then smirks. "Besides, aren't we a little young to be sitting around reminiscing about 'old times'? If we want that, maybe we should call Kup in here!"
The smirk doesn't fade, though it does shift a little, a mischievous glint lighting his optics that is very Hot Rod, as Springer begs off playing. "You've been beaten in a sim and now you're nervous about video games? And here I would have expected you to use that as an excuse to keep trying until you get it right!" And then, un-asked for, he tosses the controller at Springer, smirk widening into a quirky grin. "Don't worry, Springer! No one's got bombs in their head set to go off if they lose the game!"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Nov 6, 2010 0:38:28 GMT -5
Arcee's brow furrows.
"We're young, but we've all been through a lot," she says, a bit too seriously. Then she shakes her head and smiles, "But let's not get into that."
When Rodimus tosses Springer the controller, Arcee laughs and tries to lightly punch the Wrecker in the upper arm.
"Come on, Springer! You aren't going to let a challenge from Roddy go unanswered are you? Think of you reputation!"
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Post by Springer on Nov 6, 2010 15:28:51 GMT -5
The next several moments are filled with the sounds of Springer fumbling to catch the controller and try to not drop the datapad he was holding. This will result in him yanking his knee away from Arcee's hand so he can catch the datapad between his knees, and the controller between his forearms.
Wreckers are not a very graceful lot.
"Uh...well, when you put it that way, I guess I don't have a choice," he says with a grin. "Besides, the character has green and yellow armor, so I suppose it's a natural fit." Springer gets the controller in one hand, and uses the other to set the datapad aside before picking up where Rodimus left off.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 6, 2010 20:31:29 GMT -5
Rodimus falls back against the couch to laugh at Springer's graceless attempt to handle both the controller and the datapad, but the grin he finishes with is companionable, good-natured. "Great going, Grace," he chuckles, then leans forward, resting hs forearms on his knees in order to watch Springer control the little man on the screen.
"That's the spirit, though! It would be strange to see you backing down from a challenge!"
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