what? it's loud! ( can these two oldies even hear eachother? did they wear their hearing aids?? )

( oh lookie! an empty spot at the bar!! she snatches it up for the pair of them, laughing softly as they both fail to avoid bumping into anyone. )

yes! hi. ( reaching out to take his servos in hers, tugging him away from the busy entrance. )

( she's like a big beautiful angel surrounded by all these flashing lights. it's your wife, bro!!! )

( abandoning her glass of plain energon to make her way to the entrance! scuse me sorry. sorry, scuse me. )

WHO BROUGHT PEEPAW TO DA CLURB ???

( !!! ) ( waving him over. erm. can he even see her. )

( * 📲 : see you soon. :heart: ) ( she's still figuring out the emoticons thing. )

OOC. Lowk it is the figgleverse. Idk if anyone outside of my server remembers that

OOC. The ultimate traverse inside joke 😭

( she's unable to fight her smile beneath her mask. her MANNN ♥️♥️♥️. ) ( * 📲 : i'll be sort of tucked in the corner when you get here. there's someone else at the table, too. )

( JOLT. ) ( oh hi. ) ah. yes, that's fine. ( speak up queen!!!! rather soft voice for the tall femme. scrawling out another quick message to the hubby... * 📲 : i'd love to have your company. )

( * 📲 : quite. there are so many lights i can't see anyone's faces. * 📲 : are you busy? still hasn't taken a sip, not lowering her battle mask quite yet. )

( she hasn't noticed you watching yet, obsidian. )

( yep. no one saw. ) ( messaging her fellow oldie ... * 📲 : have you been to the bar " suborbitals "? it is ridiculous in here. )

( how old is too old to be in this place. her astigmatism doesn't like these strobe lights holy primus. awkwardly clinking her mask with the glass. oops. no one saw that. cough. )

( all she orders is plain energon to go stand in the corner. ... she's not even drinking it. that battle mask stays up!!! )

( lowk she's only here because of a disorderly call from nearby that resolved itself. wow it is very bright and noisy. )

( hiii hiii!!! she's at suborbitals now!!! )

( uh oh, there's a bit of chatter over her radio. with a soft groan she's sitting up to listen. )

( she doesn't mind ... watching right along with him. )

( eventually, she gives up on the paperwork. another time. snuggling up even further to him and turning her gaze to the television. )

( ssscooting closer. helm resting on his shoulder. ) mmh. even if it's out of necessity, i can't agree with violence to achieve ones needs.

OOC. Honey no 😭

not in particular. i can't believe the things 'bots still do these cycles. "petty theft", ( scrolling through ) "battery on l.e.o.", "armed robbery"? goodness.

i'm hardly getting a thing done. ( oria sits, swinging her legs up into his lap and leaning her side up on the back of the couch. )

( sighhh. gathering up her datapad and heading over to the couch. hiiii sweetie. )

( she sees you stealing glances over there. fighting a smile. )

( mask down, still covering her mouth with her digits. tapping her light pen on th table as she ponders part of the paperwork. )

( hard at work. aka. filing forms from the dining room table. )

is he willing to work long hours?

𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠. is this ... friend of yours reliable? ( * 😊 )

( busy tonight. plenty of noise complaint calls from residential areas about the fireworks ... she's at least TRYING to corral 'bots off the streets themselves to keep traffic flowing. )

OOC. i've been aggressively participating in artfight. apolocheese

OOC. erm. why did i get logged out.

( settled into berth carefully with her rations, door shut as to not unintentionally eavesdrop on the pairs' conversation. )

you seem nervous. why don't i let you boys chat for a bit. i have some work to catch up on, regardless. ( she's not so oblivious that she can't see starscream wishes to speak to megatron alone. serving herself a small portion to take to the bedroom. )

sit. ( * 😊 ) ( do not mind her, pulling out a chair for opal. )

( all smiles over here. she'll probably end up taking her ration elsewhere to work, and let the boys chat ... )

( an infectious smile creeps right up onto her face, cheek plates flushing a pale blue. he's so cute. ) wash your servos while you're in the kitchen, dear.

why wish ill will on even those * NOT complaining??

( * ☹️ )

( oria is bringing out food while he's washing up, leaving a kiss on megatron's cheek. humming humming. 😊 )

i doubt megatron will argue. go wash up, please. ( she has a very authoritative, but motherly tone. it's easy to tell she was large & in charge at some point. she'll have supper on the table in no time. )

( she leans in to whisper in a conspiratorial tone, ) he's a little paranoid, if you ask me. ( said just loud enough for megatron to hear, if he's even followed them to the kitchen. ) would you care to stay for dinner? ( * 😊 )

OOC. I didn't even realize that Oria totally ignored opal's handshake. Bad Oria. Rude.

no harm done. please, don't worry yourself over it. ( little glance, mask retracting to smile in a nice but reserved manner! * 🙂 ) megatron * did implore me not to open the door to anyone ... in my defense you appear very friendly.

( she slows down to allow him to assist with the rest of the groceries! thank you young man. ) i know who you are. ( maybe don't say it like that. ) you have the same cadence, even if your paint is different. i'm sorry for startling you.

( hum hum hum. washing servos. putting away some of the groceries. oblivious. )