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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 14, 2011 22:07:04 GMT -5
The door opens.
There's Emirate Xaaron.
He puts one hand on his hip and inquires frankly, "Do we need to put another lock code on the door for when you have lovers over?"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Oct 14, 2011 23:03:14 GMT -5
Arcee jumps when Xaaron speaks (not when he enters the room- she was totally too occupied to notice the door opening) and pushes back a bit from Rodimus. Not because she thinks they've done anything wrong but getting caught in flagrante delicto by one's military commander isn't usually a good thing.
"Ah, um... good cycle, Emirate Xaaron, sir." Arcee isn't from a reality that blushes, but she still manages embarrassment pretty well. Unconsciously, she covers a particularly glaring swath of red paint smeared on her chest with her hand.
She's leaving the question of special lock codes up to the one who sleeps here.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 15, 2011 20:09:33 GMT -5
Rodimus also starts. His optics open wide, and then he gives Emirate Xaaron a thoroughly sheepish grin. "Well, for... security reasons, I'm not sure it would be a good idea to lock you out, Xaaron," Rodimus notes. He doesn't actually bother to hide the spots of pink on his own form. Then he gives a slightly self-depreciating smirk. "Although I suppose I could have put a sign on the door..."
Then he rubs his chin. "Maybe we should allow people to make use of the spare rooms, at least until they fill up? Or would that encourage the wrong sort of mindset with those rooms?"
That, and just wait until the first new guy arrives, finds pink and red smudges on his berth, and decides to investigate...
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 15, 2011 21:07:46 GMT -5
"How about this - I'll have an emergency override for the lock, but if it isn't an emergency, I shall leave you two be. It is, after all, your room. I see no reason why you shouldn't use it," Emirate Xaaron reasons back, as if he was discussing who to put on which shift when.
Then he adds, "Good cycle, Arcee. By the way, I can perform wedding services, should you ever need one."
Emirate Xaaron starts to turn to leave, finishing, "Unless you need anything else from me?"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Oct 15, 2011 23:34:27 GMT -5
"I really don't think that will ever be necessary!" Arcee replies to Xaaron entirely too fast, pushing back a bit from Rodimus without even really being conscious of the fact. Belatedly, she realizes that her words might upset Rodimus, and she reaches out to try and surreptitiously squeeze his hand.
Really, she didn't mean that she wouldn't be willing to marry Rodimus but given that they were just discussing how they weren't exclusive. Plus, they're both too young.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 17, 2011 12:00:26 GMT -5
Rodimus raises a brow ridge at just how quickly Arcee protests the idea of marriage, though the smirk pulling at his lips shows that he's more amused than hurt. Besides, yes, definitely too young.
"Thanks for the, erm, understanding, Xaaron," he says, lifting his free hand to rub the top of his helm. "The alternate key code with an emergency override sounds like a good idea, but I'll try not to have to use the code too often. After all, it's your room, too."
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Post by Emirate Xaaron on Oct 17, 2011 22:26:37 GMT -5
Emirate Xaaron is old-fashioned and merely says, "As you say," when the youths insist they will never have any need of tradition. Then he snorts and observes, "You're young. You need the... rest much more than I do. Besides, this," he places a hand over his chest and looks pointedly at Rodimus Prime and Arcee, "will never be a concern for me. Enjoy yourselves. Use the room as you will. Just clean up if you get anything on my side, if you have the time."
He starts to wander off.
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Oct 19, 2011 10:08:29 GMT -5
Arcee certainly isn't going to try and stop Emirate Xaaron from leaving. She's still a bit rattled from him having walked in on her and Roddy in the first place. Sure, intellectually she knew Roddy's room was a shared room, but she never considered exactly who Roddy's roommate was.
After a bit she shivers slightly and murmurs, "We're adults. So why do I feel like a fresh paint caught with my hand in the energon dispensor?"
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 20, 2011 14:33:48 GMT -5
Rodimus would like to try and argue against Emirate Xaaron's implication that he'll never have to be concerned over where to have... intimate encounters, but that would require actually thinking about Old Man Sex, something that Rodimus finds he doesn't really want to do.
(This realization is more than a little depressing when taken in light of Rodimus's own accelerated aging.)
So instead he just kind of squirms uncomfortable.
"Erm. See you around, sir," he says awkwardly.
To Arcee, he sighs and shakes his head. "Well, I... I mean, there's a lot of tricky things when it comes to relationships with command." It's part of why he'd avoided them for so long. "And this kind of... confirms that it's happening?"
He lays back in his berth and sighs. "You realize this means that when it comes to actual command decisions, I'm going to have to be harder on you than anyone else, right? It's not even safe just to leave them all to Xaaron or Kup, because if they're seen to be 'going easy' on you, people might think it's because I talked them into it."
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Oct 21, 2011 23:13:12 GMT -5
OOC: I believe Xaaron's player told me that he was out of thread. If I am wrong, someone smack me.
She looks sidelong at Rodimus, "I know I don't get special treatment, and if you tried it, I'd probably chew you out. I'm not sure that I agree about treating me that much harder, however. So long as it's fair, it shouldn't be a problem."
"Ah speaking of Kup," Arcee adds, not quite looking at Rodimus now, "I... kinda asked him for permission to court you."
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Oct 22, 2011 22:25:58 GMT -5
"Well, I hope not," Rodimus starts as Arcee states that as long as things are fair, there shouldn't be a problem. He's less certain about that... After all, there's too regular an influx of people who have no real reason to trust Rodimus's judgement...
That train of though, however, is completely derailed by the next thing Arcee says. He stares at her blankly. "You what?"
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Post by Carolyn Blake on Oct 23, 2011 21:59:19 GMT -5
"He's your mentor! He knows you better than anyone!" Arcee protests.
"I wasn't having second thoughts or anything, but I wanted some sort of confirmation that I wasn't somehow going to... mess you up."
She moves into him and tries to curl against him, to place her head on his chest.
"I care about you Rodimus Prime," she says. Rodimus. Not Roddy. Not her Hot Rod that Rodimus is a convenient substitute for. But about Rodimus Prime.
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Post by Rodimus Prime on Nov 2, 2011 15:19:47 GMT -5
Rodimus considers. His first instinct is to agree that Arcee is right when she calls Kup his mentor and says he knows him better than anyone. Then part of him points out that this isn't 'his' Kup. However, he quickly realizes that... that's not true anymore. This is his Kup. As much his Kup as the Kup from his own reality. Arcee is right.
He smiles faintly. "Well, I Arcee, I promise that you won't mess me up." Rodimus is plenty messed up already, and he'll likely mess himself up more at some point, but that isn't Arcee's fault. The smile widens as she curls against him, and he wraps his arm around her. "I..." he hesitates. Did he know that she cared for him, not Hot Rod, but him? He wasn't certain, truth be told. "Thank you. That... that's important to me." He's willing to accept that he might be a convienent substitute. But it's better to know that he's not.
"I care about you, too, Arcee." He comes to realize that this is true, too. He occasionally misses his own Arcee, his own Kup... because he has begun to accept this Arcee, this Kup as similar, but different people he also cares about.
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