Utter Rubbish

[Nimbus Tsura]

Counterpunch really doesn't like... venturing much of anything that isn't already on the table, does he? No creative input, no opinions of his own. Good with a pick, too.

Skyblast chews on his lips and straightens out, unslinging his net to catch some of the stray coins.

He points out, "I can't just let you keep it. You'll probably use it to go buy thermonuclear warheads. There's nothing stopping you from sending me on a short trip down a long fall, though..."

Skyblast wishes Mirage was here. Mirage would know what to do! Skyblast's an artist; like fun he knows what to do with money.

[Counterpunch]

Counterpunch is, indeed, very close-lipped (despite lacking obvious lips in this mode). He glances at Skyblast and his optic band flares brightly.

"How do you intend to stop me from keeping it?" he asks, tone dangerous. He snorts. "Starting a fight is more likely to lose you your job than anything that's happened so far." With that, he starts to slowly move towards their destination, not caring if Skyblast comes or not.

(Of course, he's moving slowly enough that if Skyblast needs to grab hold of him, he can.)

[Nimbus Tsura]

Skyblast does impulsively reach out to grab Counterpunch, and he suggests, "We could go shopping. At one of those crummy stores with those pens that check for counterfeit money, and then we'd know if it's real or not, and then, uh... in a bunch of places, in small amounts, in case the money is marked? And in case someone wants this and is going to come hunt us down and put us in ceramacrete shoes."

These are not really good suggestions, but Skyblast has been a wealth of bad ideas today, and at this rate, he's going to be brigged in a few days, and he won't have the slightest idea why.

[Counterpunch]

"Shopping?" Counterpunch asks, optic band twitching slightly. "You want to go shopping with me?"

He suddenly spins on Skyblast - or rather, towards Skyblast. Since Skyblast is holding onto him and they're in zero gravity, it might be difficult for him to actually face the Autobot, but he's trying.

"You want to go shopping with a Decepticon?!" he exclaims loudly, almost furiously. "What the pit kind of jitter-clocked Autobot are you!?!"

[Nimbus Tsura]

"Yeah, unless you have terrible fashion sense or something," Skyblast replies casually. Ignoring all social conventions of personal space, he tries to just climb over the much-taller Counterpunch so that Counterpunch can indeed look Skyblast in the face - upside down.

"Look. The idea of leaving a Decepticon with all that money really doesn't sit right with me. Bang. You got me. I'm an Autobot sap. But I can't start a fight, and you're not going to give it to me, so... shopping? Dinner? Go catch a show?" Skyblast throws out one arm, gesturing theatrically.

[Counterpunch]

Counterpunch has a Skyblast clambering over him and staring into his face - upside down.

At Skyblast's words, Counterpunch internally revises his opinion of the little jet from 'probably traitor' to 'abso-slagging-lutely insane.'

"I am not going shopping with you! I am not going to dinner with you! I am not going to a show with you! And you will get off me!" he shouts, trying to push Skyblast off of him. "Now let go of me so we can get back to work!"

Damn it, if the little weirdo keeps it up, it'll be hard to plant the briefcase on him before they part ways. He's paying far too much attention to the thing as-is, and obviously Counterpunch can't just give it to him.

[Nimbus Tsura]

Skyblast does push away from Counterpunch, twisting gracefully back to his original vector toward their target. He looks rather disappointed and frustrated.

He points out, "Hey, you're the one who said that we're paid by the hour when I wanted to get back to work!"

[Counterpunch]

"That was before I had a briefcase full of money," Counterpunch snaps. "Or an idiot climbing all over me."

They should soon be coming into sight of the original target, and Counterpunch considers his plan...

...during the work, make sure the line tied to the briefcase ends up cut from him and dragged away by Skyblast - little weirdo's got enough pointy bits for that. Then during some future encounter, fume and rant about how Skyblast stole the briefcase from him... yeah. Something like that should work.

[Nimbus Tsura]

"I'm not an idiot," sulks Skyblast.

However, their target does sufficiently distract him. It is a mess of warped and partially melted triple-thick glass contours from a ruined spacecraft, bigger than either of them. Not worth salvaging, when silica is so cheap, but it is dangerous debris to spacecraft that might run into it.

He slowly extends his arms and lightly makes contact with it, testing to see if solar radiation has embrittled it. If it explodes in a cloud of glass splinters, Skyblast will have his answer!

[Counterpunch]

It explodes in a cloud of glass splinters.

Counterpunch roars over the radio.

"What kind of idiot are you?!" he demands furiously. "Now look what you've done!!"

Of course, this might actually work in Counterpunch's favor. But he's not going to indicate that.

He pulls out his finer-meshed energy met and starts swearing under his radio-breath.

[Nimbus Tsura]

"The kind of idiot that isn't an idiot!" Skyblast replies hotly.

Being in a cloud of exploding glass is sort of like being sandblasted and is really, really unpleasant. Skyblast suspects it is going to take a very, very long shower, and then he's still going to have this mess in his joints, and then he's going to need to be repainted and resealed, and argh.

Trying not to let his discomfort show, he pulls out his net, trying to trap part of the expanding cloud of glittering pieces before they can get everywhere and become impossible to confine.

[Counterpunch]

Counterpunch snorts, clearly unbelieving, as he, also, works on scooping up the glass. He is getting skyblasted, indeed, with the minute splinters of glass, getting into every part of him and then some. Damn it, but he prefers to stay out of medical as much as possible.

As he works, he accidentally (on purpose) bumps into Skyblast. Oh, goodness, is the briefcase rope getting caught on Skyblast's pointy bits? If so, Counterpunch doesn't seem to notice.

[Nimbus Tsura]

Skyblast is totally oblivious to moderately attractive Decepticons cars gifting him money when he isn't looking. He is completely absorbed by twisting about with the net, trying to snare all the tiny pieces of glass. Skyblast does manage to be ostentatious even in his swipes, show-off that he is.

[Counterpunch]

Oh, look, the line that attaches to Counterpunch had a weak spot! It's broken off, and now the briefcase is attached to Skyblast, all with Counterpunch totally unaware!

He continues to sweep up the glass as best he can, then snarls, "We'll need more containers for this mess."

[Nimbus Tsura]

Skyblast flings a spare net at Counterpunch and chirps cheerily, "Got that covered!"

He wants to see if and how the Decepticon will deal with a net flung at him.

Still, Skyblast has not noticed that he now has a load of money stuck to him.

He ties off one net, slings it over his shoulder, and he starts filling a second.