⠀ ( rumble’s bed is never hot!! hmph!! ) ⠀

⠀ hnggg. addicts. ⠀ ( watches them leave, rotors twitchy. ) ⠀

⠀ ( snickering. this is TOO good. the reactions get him just about every time, & all that’s really visible is the glimmer of his visor that he WILLINGLY lets shine. ) ⠀ you got less left in that bottle than you like to take, don’tcha? they won’t getcha through. ⠀

⠀ ( —? back onto the roof he goes, maneuvering over to the side that resides closest to the wrecker in their stride. ) ⠀ goin’ to fill your ‘prescription,’ ‘bot? ⠀ ( nearly hanging off all cheshire-like. ) ⠀

⠀ ( workplace banter. bleughhh. soundlessly lowering himself onto the dumpster lid. ) ⠀

⠀ ( sure are jumpy, aren’t they? that’s funny. tracer can gather that their habit is a dirty secret based solely on exhibited behavior at first glance. exhausting a vent louder than normal. on purpose. ) ⠀

⠀ ( pills rattling in the bottle. he can tell exactly how many are left, curiously watching from over the edge. ) ⠀

⠀ ( moves & perches on the glamorously lit roof of suborbitals, biding his time. the place is booming underfoot, masking any noise he could even think to make. ) ⠀

⠀ ( SHEEEUT UP!! ) ⠀

⠀ ( no…. mind your own business!!! ) ⠀

⠀ ( he picked up on that all the way over here, optics narrowed. HUSH. ) ⠀

⠀ ( locked in on a hit, hunkered down & studying the individuals routine & patterns to start. ) ⠀

⠀ yeah, ya got it. ya helped more than ya know. ⠀ ( vocals cleared, taking his leave. back outside with you, micromaster. he’ll bombard rumble. don’t worry, sunwire. ) ⠀

⠀ ( shakes his helm, sliding down & offering out the towel. ) ⠀ nah. that ain’t what it’s for. thanks for entertainin’ the idea anyway. ⠀

⠀ eh? but that ain’t for just anyone lookin’ for a place to hunker down. i think i’d rather take my chances elsewhere. ⠀

⠀ ( primus he’s already causing a divorce. sliding over to the couch.. ) ⠀

⠀ ( shrinks a smidge.. ) ⠀ yeah.. BUT i’m choosing to be— y’know.. ⠀

⠀ can i… stayyyyy here for a bit—? ⠀

⠀ i’m good. actually i came here to ask ya somethin’.. ⠀ ( in the process of drying off. ) ⠀

⠀ ( tracer nods & shakes off what water he can before stepping in & stopping where he’d been instructed to wait. closes the door, wary of slamming it. when he turns, he’s greeted by the silhouetted of the OTHER ‘copter. wave. ) ⠀

⠀ ( sopping wet, a continuous stream of water pouring from the edge of his blades. blink. ) ⠀ i’m alright— how’s it goin’? ⠀

⠀ ( ding dong, sunwire residence!! ) ⠀

⠀ ( save your breath, predacon. ) ⠀

⠀ well get used to it. i ain’t out here spillin’ all of your precious secrets. not everythin’ i do revolves around you. ⠀ ( hops down feet first & soundlessly transforms before he meets the ground. ) ⠀

⠀ why do you care? ⠀ ( shakes the weight of water from his rotors. ) ⠀

⠀ ( landed on top of a skyscraper, enjoying the trickle of rain pouring down on his frame. ) ⠀

⠀ ( helm tilt. she’s left & come back before he truly gets the chance to question, palms instinctively held out for the gift baggie. ) ⠀ heyyyy! look at that, you’re still at it! this is just what i needed. thanks, sunwire. ⠀ ( waggy rotors! ) ⠀

⠀ pftt. been there. i’m good, sunwire. don’t need anything more than a roof over my head. a bonus that it’s your roof. hope you’ve been alright. ⠀

⠀ eh? issat so? what’s wrong with ‘im? ⠀ ( he’s not * THAT concerned in truth, more so nosy, but he can play the part for her. him & rotorstorm are still a little rocky after all. ) ⠀

⠀ hey— long time no see.. sorry ‘bout it bein’ so late. you cool if i bum here for a minute? ⠀ ( you know how many doors & windows he heard audibly lock on his way here? on this street alone? 47. he counted. ) ⠀

⠀ ( ringing the doorbell to sunwire’s place. ) ⠀

⠀ ( rotor twitch, wordlessly hopping down & free falling to the sidewalk below. double bird. disappearing into the surrounding shadows. ) ⠀

⠀ ( growlllll. ) ⠀

⠀ ( this is TOO good. ) ⠀

⠀ ( who TRASHED the balcony?! ) ⠀

⠀ ( out & about.. ) ⠀

⠀ ( left to his own devices, huh? sweet. let’s get messy. ) ⠀

⠀ ( smoking out on the balcony. air traffic is heavy here, but nothing he isn’t able to stand. ) ⠀

⠀ ARE YOU KIDDING ME. ⠀

⠀ you want me to stop? ⠀ the cabinet gets stuffy sometimes. ⠀

⠀ you’re outta luck. ⠀ ( he doesn’t make it very easy. ) ⠀

⠀ you don’t know me or what i enjoy. ⠀

⠀ ( shakes his helm, stepping back. ) ⠀ ‘m just lookin’ to get it over with. ⠀ ( rotors now cycling, he heads up towards the skylight & bumps it open, escaping through seamlessly. ) ⠀

⠀ i don’t have a CHOICE, remember? ⠀ ( such a big attitude for someone so small. hands on his hips, a pede tapping at the floor. ) ⠀

⠀ i’m not newly forged. i don’t need a gift incentive. ⠀ ( slides out, landing on his pedes. ) ⠀

⠀ ( growllll. stretches with a big HUFF. ) ⠀ whatever. ⠀

⠀ hell if i am. ⠀ ( attempts in grabbing his blanket. ) ⠀

⠀ ( optics online & glaring from beneath his visor, otherwise unmoving. ) ⠀ what the hell do you want? ⠀

⠀ ( back on the desk, burrowed underneath blankets. ) ⠀

⠀ ( war is over. for now. no more critter for a little while. wiping tears from his visors edge. ) ⠀