show_my_cannons: (Human | We are not amused)
[For whatever the reason, Ironhide has decided being outdoors in December is preferable to staying inside. You know, where it's warm.]

[He's... back on the beach. Bundled up in his big, black coat, and throwing a piece of driftwood for his Growlithe. Dog seems totally unfazed by the cold, running around and barking as if it were a summer day out.]


What is one meant to do, when stationed somewhere? Hmn? There is nothing to fight. Little to train for, and I cannot work these creatures constantly.

[He scowls, watching Dog scamper around.]

Not fair to them.

So... what is it I am meant to do here, if I am required to stay?
show_my_cannons: (Human | The aging superhero in me)
[The feed is shaky, and occasionally teeth and a tongue come into view, as Ironhide's Growlithe decides the 'gear is a delightful chew toy. It's clear enough, though, to show the old Autobot sitting on the beach in Olivine City. More precisely, on the tail of his Onix.]

[Both of them are observing a sunset. Although Ironhide appears to be more interested in the contents of a bottle in his hand. It's not energon, but it does the job.]

[Eventually, Dog wanders over, and he notices he's being recorded. With a scowl, he pries the 'gear away.]


I was told there was something 'special' in these... sunsets.

I see nothing different. Just the same as they are anywhere else. ... No reason to stick around this place.

[With that statement, he flicks the 'gear off.]

[... Someone is in a worse mood than usual.]

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