((MY BABY SKYWARP LIIIIIVES THANK GOD. LEAVE CYBERTRON AND GO TO YOUR THUNDERCRACKER AND MAKE UP ALREADY JFC))
Hearing both of his alternates, well one over the comm.. “Hey! I’m not Chickenlegs, blocky.” Pouting as he crosses his arms over his chassis.
"So are we going to go anyways? Or which universe no matter. I’m on the Nemesis, like always." Grinning, "You’re boyfriend isn’t around anymore, he vanished," also teasing his alternate.
He took a sharp intake, lip curled into a pout. He hadn’t heard from Soundwave in some time, but preferred to think he was just busy. The remark cemented his concern that the tears had taken the communications officer away. He exhaled deeply and forced himself to relax, trying to put it out of his mind for now. He could sulk later, alone.
He puffed out his chest, trying not to lose his stride.
'WELL THEN the average hotness level of the Nemesis just plummeted. I better get over there and fix that up.' He replied over the comm link.
He activated his warp drive and appeared in front of his sleepy alternate self. He leaned forward, hands on hips and and waggled his wings.
'Oh yeah, spent hours polishing myself up to look all pretty for ya. Lookin this good is easy when you got this kinda base to work with, heh.'
Warp listened to the conversation and just smirked to himself. That was too funny. The purple seeker blinks as the area before him becomes distorted and out comes his alternate; smirking a bit at his entrance, looking at his alternate up and down.
"Flashy entrance there, I like it.” He gets up to his pedes and gently bumps his chassis against the other’s. “Well, I appreciate ya for lookin’ so nice for me.” A servo reaches out and lets a digit slide down his wing expanse as his own multi-colored wings flutter on his back, then flare out just a tad.
"Thats very true. You’re a good lookin’ Seeker." His optics flash some, "You should come by here more often," smiling a bit. "Think the both of us could have some fun, hm?"
Hey Other Me and Other Other Me
We should get together and have a party huh?
- distortionwarper said: why not? bored as the pit over here.
- warpingprankster said: eh? sure thing i’d love to.
'Awwww pit yeah.
'Where ya at, err…' Skywarp was about to say me who shot TC in the face but just caught himself. ‘Post war me?’
That wont do, he thought to himself, he needed a more obnoxious nickname but he didn’t know all that much about this alternate version of himself, and they didn’t look as dramatically different than some of the others he’d encountered.
'I can come pick ya up and take you to wherever Chickenlegs is.'
Skywarp blinks as he hears something over his comm-link. Rubbing his helm as he awakens on his berth. Why did mechs always have to wake him up? “I’m on Cybertron. My Cybertron.”
Rubbing his helm more as he sits up, letting out a sigh through his vents. “Pick me up eh?” Teasing his alternate, “What’re ya picking me up for? Takin’ me on a date? How sweet,” he grins to himself. Skywarp sends over his coordinates to his alternate for pick up. He didn’t really want to move from his place for now and just grabs a cube that sat on the desk next to his berth.
"Are ya coming now or?"
Skywarp being needy. Obviously inspired by all those cat videos.
'Hiya other me, how’s it hummin?'
"Sup. I’m not up to anything, bored really. And I thought I should comm ya. Anything ya wish to do?”