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show us the kermies! in fact M!A: show them off for the next week they cannot be removed at all!
Lieutenant stares at the hideous abominations, seething silently. The things he would do in slowly murdering this anon would make Pharma blush. Alas, he has tried in the past, however the 'grey faces' are ever-elusive.
His only recourse is to grit his teeth and bare it.
He had errands to run this week too...
::So... how're the new shoes treating you? Comfy?:: He sounds so, so amused.
::Silver linings, yes.:: Lieutenant growls back, his wings raised irritated, ::Come out from wherever you are so you can die underneath them.::
::Stepping on me? For free? Now you should charge for a service like that! Im flattered you would do it for free for me~::
Lieutenant is usually more composed but, alas, even he has his limits.
::GET OUT OF MY COMMS, YOU STAR SPRINKLED GNAT::
…
::please. Thank you.::
Click.
Looks like he has something green to stalk for the next week >3c
If anyone hears Lieutenant yelp repeatedly throughout the next week, no you didn’t.
Alternatively, the forecast for the week in the penthouse might look something like this:
…
The dawning realization. The worst has yet to come.
Lieutenant suddenly has to plan to be out of town for a few days next week. No particular reason!
Looks like he has something green to stalk for the next week >3c
If anyone hears Lieutenant yelp repeatedly throughout the next week, no you didn’t.
Alternatively, the forecast for the week in the penthouse might look something like this:
show us the kermies! in fact M!A: show them off for the next week they cannot be removed at all!
Lieutenant stares at the hideous abominations, seething silently. The things he would do in slowly murdering this anon would make Pharma blush. Alas, he has tried in the past, however the 'grey faces' are ever-elusive.
His only recourse is to grit his teeth and bare it.
He had errands to run this week too...
The silver lining about wearing slippers is that they act as a cushion whenever Lieutenant accidentally walks into anything he would have stubbed his foot against.
However, this does not help when he accidentally hits the counter corners. The pain is immeasurable.
Not easy being GREEN, is it~?
It never has been.
@shiningsilverarmor "SHALT I FETCH A MORE SUITER FOOTWEAR?"
"The offer is appreciated but these are non-removable. I also doubt we could fashion something over these without making the situation more clumsy."
Think if you walk on your servos you won't run into as many things?
....
Lieutenant glances around to be certain the coast is clear of anyone or any drones watching. This is a dumb idea but, if it works, how dumb could it truly be?
He, unfortunately, finds himself crashing onto the floor as gravity swiftly humbles him for even attempting the idea. If anyone needs him, he is currently a corpse on the floor.
::You know, I was thinking, those little froggies actually make you look better! Almost fraggable even!::
:: I think that says more about you than me. The fact that you are thinking about me is a first. You have missed harassing me since the last we spoke, clearly. ::
::Of course I'm thinking about you! You're so fun to harass! And I think I'll leave the pede fondling to your dearest conjunx.::
:: There is no fondling!! Besides, he cannot have them even if he tried,, this week. ::
Sneaking up behind him, getting digit tips on his sides >3c
No seismic sense means no way to 'see' his Conjunx coming. Lieutenant jumps at the brief touch with an alarmed squeal before whipping around to see his (definite) attacker! Complete with shooing motions with his datapad, "PHARMA!!"
"Trouble?" Lieutenant parrots, trying to keep his voice from climbing an octave. Simply because he's facing Pharma, doesn't make his touches any less worse. He fights against the smile tugging at his lips as he tries to keep himself from squirming, "Nothi-Nothinng much. A minor issue, we'll say,,"
He moves to shield his middle with his datapad, and tries to move his thigh as casually as possible. Not squirming, just moving. So normally.
Sneaking up behind him, getting digit tips on his sides >3c
No seismic sense means no way to 'see' his Conjunx coming. Lieutenant jumps at the brief touch with an alarmed squeal before whipping around to see his (definite) attacker! Complete with shooing motions with his datapad, "PHARMA!!"
This is the worst time to have these stupid slippers on. He is making a mental note to burn them when the week is up. However that will have to be put on hold, as he narrowly dodged the oncoming seeker.
“Touched a nerve,” Lieutenant comments, keeping his optics trained on Ghost’s movements. He can’t sense him at all, so he has to keep his optics peeled behind his mask so not to lose sight of the mech. Fleet footedness -even in slippers- only gets one so far so long as he can see him. “And here I thought you could take what you dish out.”
@unknownsoldiers ‘Nothing that lands quite like you can— ah, nevermind.’
Oh-
Oh the gloves are off now, rabbit. I hope your feeling froggy with those slippers cause he's lunging at you for that-
Lieutenant raises his thigh up just slightly, trying to shift away from the teasing touches. He yelped, as his aft was pinched, and rapidly escaped backwards right into a wall. The sudden wall only made him jump once more, looking at it and back at his Conjunx.
“For your informATION—!” Lieutenant bit his tongue to keep himself for any other embarrassing squeaky voice cracks. Which he wouldn’t be having if he weren’t wearing those ridiculous slippers.
His fins fluttered rapidly as Pharma made his way up under his chest. Normally such teasing touches he could fight back while biting his lip. Unfortunately, having his frame heighten it’s senses in compensation for his lack of a seismic sense, makes Pharma’s touches far more dangerous. The Decepticon, despite his efforts, couldn’t hold out for long before a slew a squeaky giggles cascaded out of him. “Itsn-nahaAT fahaan-fiihiction!”
"Trouble," Pharma parrots his parrot and starts backing Lieutenant slowly into whatever is closest behind him. "A minor issue?" The jet tisk tisks, the digits dancing up behind Lieutenant’s thigh giving his pert lil green aft a careful pinch. The others starts worming their way under the edge of chest armor. "Don't tell me you've been reading that doctor fan-fiction again my love."
Think he can jump? Oh, he knows he can; these legs aren’t just for show. He’s called ‘bunny’ for a reason, and this is just one of many reasons why.
Lieutenant needs not explain that to Ghostspire, as he leaps back away from the seeker’s hooks with inches to spare. The attack from the mech is not one typical of the build for mechs of his dilapidating frame. This does make the Decepticon harken back to his initial sense of something inside Ghostspire.
As much as he would like to antagonize the hunter further, he knows he’s severely ill-equipped to take him on if he has to watch the mech and wherever he plans to land when he jumps back away. “Glad we hashed out a deal to give you information prior to this. It is comforting to know you are not trying to kill me.” Lieutenant says as he classifies this as not antagonizing his attacker.
@unknownsoldiers ‘Nothing that lands quite like you can— ah, nevermind.’
Oh-
Oh the gloves are off now, rabbit. I hope your feeling froggy with those slippers cause he's lunging at you for that-
If it weren't for the wall supporting his back, he would have fluffed his armor at Pharma catching his leg. However, his fins were more of a flutter from Pharma's comment. He needed no fictional tales of romance with a medic when he already lives it. Not to mention, it is more fun to frustrate the Chief Medical Officer over how such sappy novels portray the medical field than it is to simply read them.
He is definitely going to bother him later with some of those stories.
However he is brought back to reality when Pharma inquires about the slippers. "That," He sighed, collecting himself, "would be the minor issue." Lieutenant rubbed his hand back over his face, briefly pushing his visor further up. "They were cold initially, yes, but now they will not come off. Supposedly they are to remain like this for another week." Don't ask him for details as to what happened or how.
"Oh?" Lifting his leg? Just for him? Oh he shouldn't have. Pharma's stupid lil grin worsens, that servo catching the back of Lieutenant’s thigh to hold it up and hook it over his white hip. Lieutenant getting himself cornered seems to be a frequent happening, though Pharma may just pride himself in bronto-wrangling. He liked to use their height difference to his advantage of course, Pharma able to fit his own chest right up under Lieutenant's, uses it to squish Lieutenant back against the wall to chitter up at him. "I suppose you are right, it's not much fiction for you these days." His optics narrow up at him more as his grin gets as worse as it could.
Pharma glances down to the pede that was dangling down beside his leg. "The kermies?" He asks returning his regard back up to that pink face. "Don't tell me your poor little pedes are cold~"
If it hadn't been obvious the last time they saw each other, it left no room for doubt. There's definitely something wrong with this mech. He reminded Lieutenant of mechs that did Syk. It unnerved him just how deranged Ghost was between almost a beast and a mech.
He may have miscalculated in irritating Ghost.
Lieutenant tries to side-step the mech, losing his footing due to the slippers for just a moment. It was enough of an opening for Ghost to sink his mangled fangs into the green mech's forearm. With his predicament, his frame betrays him in it's heightened state. The piercing teeth punctured right through his armor, earning an
unbridled scream of agony.
Fight or flight took over, as Lieutenant unsheathed his claws of his uninjured arm, targeting the brittle pieces of sparkly armor on Ghost, clawing at the holes to tear the armor off.
Skidding to a stop on all fours, mask snapping back and grinning at him with a jaw full of sharpened denta. Edging the line between sane and insane as he lunges again, this time less snake-like and more like a normal mech.
"Kill you? No. Bite you? Yes!" Jaws snapped and sharp fangs gleemed as he snarled low in his chassis.
He didn't move in general like his frame was dilapidating, one minute moving like an animal and the next like a mech trained to kill. No real set fighting style either, something chaotic and wild, a mix of things picked up over the years.
Which is why next miss he overshoots just barely, jaws snapping at the mech.