Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 24, 2010 20:21:28 GMT -5
Being memorable is something Slugslinger enjoys immensely. He doesn't miss the glances he gets from the Autobots… who are hilariously hung up in neverending queues. Slugslinger doesn't outright laugh, but he comes close, snorting back a guffaw. In spite of his token effort at propriety, he doesn't really try to muffle himself further. It probably makes him look even more like a jackass, but he can live with that.
"It's the perfect shop," he says once he's within conversational range, "if you're after stuff they probably stitched together outta dropcloths and tarps." Idly, smirk still clinging to his lopsided mouth but optics dimming with feigned disinterest, he plays with the sleeve of a nearby blazer hanging on the rack, rubbing the fabric between thumb and forefinger. It's probably decent quality, though Slugslinger has little experience for comparison. It certainly feels better than a tarp. "But I guess there's no accounting for taste with you guys, huh? Tossing this crap on over almost decent paint jobs." He looks back at them, stare sliding from Jazz to Rodimus. "Well," he goes on respectively, "one dull paint job and one kinda decent one."
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Aug 26, 2010 5:43:25 GMT -5
Jazz is about to answer Rodimus when Slugslinger steps into the conversation.
The ribbing about their taste doesn't get to him - Jazz knows an obvious attempt to get his goat when he sees one. He does frown slightly as the guy ribs his paintjob, though. If this guy knew just how much Jazz's colors bring all the ladies to the yard...
He opens a channel to Rodimus, shaking his head with a smirk, letting the jet's barbs roll off. //Get a load of this guy, Roddy.// "Ah, dull works for me."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Aug 26, 2010 21:29:42 GMT -5
Does that make Rodimus's paint job the 'almost decent' one? Of course, as vain as Rodimus is, he's not exactly desperate for compliments from a Decepticon.
He shrugs. "I never could account for taste in general. Like the number of perfectly decent paint jobs out there that clash horribly with purple, and yet the folks wearing them insist on marring them, anyway."
//Yeah. Don't recognize him. I imagine we oughta play at least half-nice, if for no other reason than to figure out what we can about him.//
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Aug 30, 2010 16:13:01 GMT -5
"Red's so tacky, though," Slugslinger answers smooth as silk. "Clashes with this nice blue." Unless they're willing to leave their purchases, they're stuck in the queue and he at least has a captive audience for a while. It's something to quell the boredom, if nothing else. "So," he drawls, dropping his arm from the jacket without quite letting go in time and rupturing a few of the shoulder stitches, "group shopping. Nice to know that's universal." He rests his hands on his hips and shifts his weight to one leg. "But always clothes?" he adds in disbelief and scorn.
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Jazz [G1]
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 1, 2010 21:28:12 GMT -5
Jazz can't help but snicker at Rodimus' response.
//Ten-four, chief.//
Jazz glances down at himself, idly poking at his emblem. "I dunno, I think the red and blue work together, myself." He shrugs, then looks over at Slugslinger. "Not so much group shopping as we happened to run into each other."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 2, 2010 19:11:10 GMT -5
"Hey, one person's tacky is another person's smokin'," Rodimus answers cheerfully. He likes red. Of course, he also thinks that magenta and silver with yellow highlights looks good, too, so 'tacky' really might be the right term.
He shrugs. "So if you have such a problem with clothes, why are you in here, anyway? To annoy me?"
Come to think of it, that's probably it.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 5, 2010 9:00:28 GMT -5
"My blue ain't your blue," Slugslinger tells Jazz, humour obscuring the venom behind his words as he skims a thumb along the edge of one shoulder vane. His tone says what he doesn't: mine's better. "And yeah," he adds, turning back to Rodimus, "you could say that." It's the closest thing to a full truth that's come out of Slugslinger's mouth in a very long time and they don't have to know he got yelled at one too many times about clothing. Specifically, his insistent lack of it on a planet full of stupid organics obsessed with an equally stupid code of propriety that doesn't even apply to him; he'd have to have a penis first. And thank his creator for having the sense to omit it.
Instead of returning his hand to his hip, Slugslinger leans on the nearby clothing rack, ignoring the floor worker's muffled protests.
"Hope you don't get your backs up as fast as the other guys," he goes on. "They're never fun to chat with."
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 6, 2010 23:16:21 GMT -5
Jazz actually has no intentions of getting his hackles up. Can't be all smooth if you're easily rattled.
He brushes off Slugslinger's reply about the blue, though he glances back over his shoulder. "Ah, I don' t think my back has the jointing to move up, actually. Can move it out, but not up." Jazz grins a bit.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 7, 2010 19:17:20 GMT -5
Rodimus shrugs. "Well, if it's to annoy me, mission accomplished. Does this mean you'll go away now?" he asks, though funny thing, his tone is mostly vaguely bored. Despite his words, he sounds more like he just can't be bothered to care.
The line moves. Rodimus walks behind the person in front of him.
All of two places.
Then the line stops again.
His optics widen, and he groans. "You have got to be kidding me!" he exclaims.
Apparently, the lines in this store are more annoying than Slugslinger.
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 9, 2010 9:43:03 GMT -5
The cool reactions from both Autobots bring a shark-like leer to Slugslinger's face. Playing hard to get! He could get to liking this.
"Leave?" he muses, then waves off the idea. "Nah. You two might actually be worth sticking around for, and that's really saying something for a couple of spoony Autobots!" he tells them like he's indulging them in a fine favour by saying so. He perks up his shoulder vanes and brightens his optics, displaying his interest in them with deliberate obviousness. He doesn't make a move to really close the gap, though he sidles along a half-step or two as the queue shuffles forward to at least maintain that conversational distance. When this loses him the clothing rack to prop himself against, he leans on a table stacked with neatly folded shirts and trousers instead.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 9, 2010 21:28:13 GMT -5
Jazz notes that leer with just a biiiit of annoyance. //Man, Prime, we may be in for the long haul with this guy.//
The Porsche shrugs a bit, then nudges Rodimus with a bit of a grin. "One can only hope the 'Cons are up to so little that they can spend time buying clothes and trying to rile us up."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 10, 2010 14:47:01 GMT -5
//Well, worst comes to worst, we could always just leave. It's not like I need pants that badly.// Rodimus is still a bit fuzzy on why he needs pants at all, beyond the whole, 'Seems to make it easier to get things done around here' thing.
He smirks at Jazz's comment, and turns to look back towards the other Autobot, the smirk tweaked partway to a crooked grin. "Good point there, Jazz. I wonder if we can get any more of them in here?"
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Slugslinger
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Post by Slugslinger on Sept 14, 2010 20:06:06 GMT -5
At this point, only leaving could rankle Slugslinger since it means if he wants to keep playing Poke the Autobot, he'd have to actually follow them, and that thought sours his smile. Bungling into them here was pure convenience; he'd hardly give them this much attention if he'd had to chase them down first. If there's a pursuit – and this brings the cheer back to his face – he'd better at least be allowed to shoot them.
"You might," he tells them with a chuckle. "If you don't let 'em know I'm here." He squares his shoulders proudly at that admission and musses up the clothing on the table top. He ponders stealing something just for the hell of it. It isn't like the stubbies can do much to stop him.
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Post by Jazz [G1] on Sept 15, 2010 13:58:19 GMT -5
Jazz makes an approving noise over the radio. //Yeah, and there's plenty of other places to get this stuff at that don't have a blue-winged pests in 'em.//
Jazz tilts his head a bit, then looks at Rodimus again. "Hey, y'hear that? Even his own kind can't stand him."
And yeah, go ahead and steal in front of the beat cop. That should turn out well!
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Sept 15, 2010 15:12:54 GMT -5
Rodimus snorts. "Can't say I'm surprised," he answers with a shrug. "Hell, he even sounds proud of i- oh, hey, line moving!" The last is said in a happy sing-song as he moves forward a few paces. By now, they are very nearly to the register - only one or two more customers in front of him.
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