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Post by Swerve on Aug 11, 2009 18:27:58 GMT -5
Swerve hoists the body across his shoulders and just manages to get it settled when Kup starts yelling. The racer snarls back, all engine, turning to glare at Kup with one hand on the back of the body's knee and the other clamped around the body's only remaining arm.
He doesn't say what's on his mind, though: that maybe they were built to last in Kup's day, but the Kup draped over his back is still dead, in more than one piece – not all of which got here, it seems – and Swerve's willing to bet that being old and worn down didn't help him avoid that fate. Swerve just glowers at Kup, optics narrow, brow ridge furrowed, corners of his mouth turned down resentfully. It's as close as the racer gets to looking worried as he ever does any more.
"Don't gotta tell me twice," he spits on his way to the door. "I don't wanna keep lookin' at it any more than either of you!" And he's gone unless one of the other Autobots stops him.
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Post by Kup on Aug 11, 2009 21:55:07 GMT -5
Kup frowns after Swerve. That expression... sure, it had anger, but Swerve's always does. But there was something else, too, Kup'd swear it. Kup sighs and shakes his head, slumping and making no move to stop Swerve from leaving.
He looks up at Slingshot and sighs. "Well, I coulda done without that. More even than you two coulda done without it." Then he shakes his head and looks down. "Please don't ask me 'bout it, Slingshot. You're too damned decent to deserve to know the story behind that, and I don't think I can be cruel enough to tell it."
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Post by Slingshot on Aug 13, 2009 14:57:06 GMT -5
Slingshot bristles as Swerve behaves the way he does. He's visibly hanging onto his temper by his fingertips.
His mouth tightens when Kup tells him not to ask, and he glares at the old mech. "Fine."
Fine. Keep him in the dark. Treat him like he's a kid. He'll find out what happened some other way.
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Post by Kup on Aug 25, 2009 11:22:04 GMT -5
OOC: GAH. So, so sorry. For some reason, I was expecting another Swerve post.
Kup visibly winces as he's glared at. Stubborn, jaded old Kup winces. Nor does he meet Slingshot's eyes as he nods and answers. "Thanks, lad," he says softly. "You don't know what that means."
Damn it all. Why does he have to feel the guilty one? He's the one who died!
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