This Is Bad But Blasted If We Can Justify Why

[Kup]

Kup considers. "Kid. Don't we owe each other a few drinks and stories?" Kup seems to recall agreeing to swapping space-travel stories with Skyblast at one point. Then he waves his hand absently.

"Anyway, leave the case. I'll pass it on to Rattrap's people." Or perhaps a horde of motorcycles. "I guess... that takes care of that, then."

[Springer]

Well, between his own screw-up and various other shenanigans that have happened on Pz-Zazz, 'subtle' has become the code-word of the visit.

Springer hmms a bit at the Mirage answer. "So I've heard." And so he'll find out.

[Nimbus Tsura]

"I... yeah, I guess so. Sir," Skyblast admits. Skyblast seems to have a bad habit of not following up on social obligations.

He gives Springer a bit of an odd look, but leaving the case, as requested, he turns to leave.

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OOC: Out unless stopped.

[Kup]

Kup lets Skyblast go and slumps back in his seat. He hnhs, then shrugs. "Well, I guess that was encouraging. Turns out the kid's only half as insane as I thought he was when I first heard about that business." He looks at his arm, and the notable lack of paint on it, and grunts. "I should probably go get this taken care of, though."

[Springer]

Springer leans back in his chair, linking his fingers together over his abdomen. "I suppose so." He glances over as Kup examines his arm. "What happened with that, anyway?"

[Kup]

Kup makes a face. "Later, Springer. Give me another day or so."

Most importantly, give his player a chance to see how it ends up!

He grunts and shakes his head. "Skyblast ain't the only one who's had to work with Decepticons on this damned planet. Sigma, I feel dirty deep down far enough that even the acid can't take it out." He shudders.

[Springer]

Springer nods a bit. He's not going to argue with Kup!

"I know the feeling. It's even worse when they're pulling your skidplate out of the fire," he says, frowning.

[Kup]

Kup raises a brow-ridge at Springer's answer, and smirks. "Yeah, we're definitely trading stories later," he says, standing up.

"But after I get this fixed. See you around, lad," he says, heading towards the door.

OOC: We're about wrapping up, looks like.

[Springer]

"Sounds like a plan, then." Springer grins. "I even know a great bar to do it at."

A faint nod to Kup. "Alright, take care, Kup."

[Kup]

"I look forward to it," Kup answers as Springer mentions this 'great bar.'

Then he nods. "And will do."

OOC: Out of thread.