show_my_cannons: (Human | What in the?)
[It's evening, and the old man is headed out on some errand or other. He's knocked the 'Gear on, as he's heading out the door, and shrugging into his coat.]

Cliffjumper, be back--

[It's in the middle of his statement that something swoops down out of nowhere. It's round-ish. Dark blue. And flying.]

[It's also squeaking in a high-pitched little shriek of rage. Ironhide swats at it, swearing, before ducking back inside and slamming the door behind him.]


All Spark!

What was that.

[The shrieking noise hasn't stopped. And now, Dog can be heard, barking at whatever it is lurking behind the door.]
show_my_cannons: (Human | Not now I'm drinkin'.)
[Somewhere in Goldenrod, there is a cafe. Or a take out place. Either way, it's currently being invaded by a giant alien robot turned human. Since he arrived, he's been surviving on the Pokemon world's version of energy bars. So, for the first time, he's gone to find some "real food".]

[The 'gear turns on to show the big man crowded at a small table, looking down, somewhat skeptically, at an equally large sandwich. Seriously, it's almost the size of his face.]

[He manages to pick it up. Stares at it. Veeeeeeeeeeery cautiously, he takes a bite out of it.]

[There's a beat of silence, as he looks at it again. His expression suggests he has just tasted the best thing ever on the face of the earth and he's having a hard time not shoving it all into his face. It probably looks absolutely bizarre to anyone who isn't aware that he was not always human.]

[And within the next few minutes, half the sandwich is quickly devoured. You'd think he hadn't eaten in weeks. That's when he pauses, and regards the flashing red light.]


... Fine. You win.

[Who is he speaking to? Who knows. This is just a very pleased Autobot.]

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