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Are you a Junkion?

"No but your carrier is."

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I love them sm... The stinkies...

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All My Flowers

"Wasted feelings Broken meanings Time is fleeting (...) Lost in sleepless lullaby"

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Flicks the cork out of a liquor bottle straight to your cranium then proceeds to swig half the bottle. Flips you off when you look at him.

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You smell like you have scurvy.

Why do you smell like that

You mean like the sea salt, algae and booze? Oh, I've been to places recently.

Why are you asking, though?

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Red optics watched that datapad tumble out of those butter fingers with smug amusement. But he doesn't say anything, because he doesn't have to, when those optics trialed back up to Swindle's own it could be read all over his face- and he just makes a little smirk. Even more so as he watched Swindle 'give him a piece of his mind'. "Honey as cheap as you are, ain't nothin in here expensive except for that attitude of yours." Lockdown further makes himself at home, comfy as can be he kicks his pedes up on the desk, crossed at the ankles as he sits his servos on one another over his tummy, elbows drooping down below him and the edge of the chair. Still as smug as ever. At this point he's just trying to piss Swindle off. It was some sick little game to give himself amusement, he loved watching Swindle get worked up. "You start wearin' blush or somethin'?"

Of course, he was—as if he didn't have enough problems already. His helm rolled with his optics, causing the data pad to tumble a short distance onto his desk as he twisted to give Lockdown a piece of his processor.

Only to hesitate, the hook beneath his chin tilting his helm back to look at the taller mech—with very controlled and even vents, thank you very much—as he stared up at him with widened optics. Blockhead?! Why, he oughta—he swatted Lockdown's hand away with a low grumble, glaring at the bounty hunter with a distinctly colored tinge to his cheeks.

"'Bout as much as'a infestation of scraplets—ey, mind the chair! It's expensive." It wasn't, but he could already hear the little noises as those spikes punctured his 'perfect' chair.

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A single claw on Lockdown's trophy. Intense eye contact. A smile.

Hey, Locks.

Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. It repeats over and over in his head but he wont, he can't, you're better than this Lockdown, he's worth so much more alive. Instead from his chair he simply has his deadpan glare, seemingly always so calm about everything despite how much he wanted to beat the absolute shit out of this... creature.

"Who let you out again?"

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God I hate that guy.

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"Obviously I'm here to harass you, what else would I be here for?-" He uses his hook to push Swindle's chin up, crane-ing his own helm down into Swindle's personal space, "Blockhead-" Lockdown rumbles. It was meant to be derogatory, but the way Lockdown says it.... Crimson optics cut into Swindle's purple gaze for a moment before Lockdown snorts and lets him go, walking over to sit in Swindle's chair like he owned the place, man-spreading and everything. "I know you missed me."

Staring at him for 30 minutes only to finally speak up and say "Ya look stupid.."

"Well, ya ain't exactly a stunnah yerself. Where the hell ya been hidin' anyways?"

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"Watch out ya'll lose hand privileges."

“You amuse me, I think I’ll keep you.”

Oh.

"Will you remain that way even when I start knocking things off your shelves? Like those very precious trophies of yours?"

"Let's give it a test, shall we?"

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"Wouldn' ya like ta know weather boy," Lockdown pokes that big chunk helmet of Swindles with the back of his hook. "Where'd ya get thayt big'ass head from?"

Staring at him for 30 minutes only to finally speak up and say "Ya look stupid.."

"Well, ya ain't exactly a stunnah yerself. Where the hell ya been hidin' anyways?"

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Lockdown groans, sitting up off the floor, back of his hook rubbing his forehelm "Fuck, what a hangover..."

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Lockdown's typical deadpan face gains furrowed brows, Lockdown looking at him confused at what Swindle's deal is. His claws fiddled themsleves into thread in the back of the couch and his hook motions outwards "The fuck're you talkin' about?"

The mech shakes his helm, sitting his hook on his own thigh. "Can't a feller come drink with someone on their construction date? That's the best excuse for getting drunk."

"Sounds like ya need a doob more than anything." He grumbles, pushing the mouth of the bottle to his lips.

Oh, he could only hope—but, he would slow down. He didn't want to end up completely black-out drunk.

He handed off the bottle with a wave of his servo, venting heavily as he slumped against the arm of the couch. His digits worked soothing circles against his temple, shooting Lockdown a look as he felt him shifting. His optics drifted for just a moment, and he tried to hide it with a roll of his eyes.

"...somethin' on my mind? Is somethin' on your mind—?" His tone was brief and sharp as he stared pointedly at the bounty hunter, ignoring the way his tanks churned at the nickname. "...What’s really goin' on here, Lock?"

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"Well this stuff is pretty strong, Swinny-" Lockdown raises an opicridge. He may be drinking it like juice but this is Lockdown after all. "I'd suggest ya watch it, lest it all hit ya at once." Lockdown shifts on the couch to face Swindle, pulling one of his bent knees up there handing his spiked pede off the front of it- his arm still tossed over the back of the couch. Though he can't help but think of Swindle's previous comment. "Somethin' on your mind sug'?"

Lockdown was insufferable, and he had proven time and again, this moment being no exception. Swindle shook his helm, rubbing soothing circles on his temple. He could leave; he could walk away right now—but he wouldn’t. He would endure each teasing jab at his character and that infuriating grin.

“Hope ya brought enough; I ain’t up for rememberin' my name right now…” He wrapped his digits around the neck of the bottle, shooting Lockdown a look before taking another swig and sinking deeper into the couch.

“…'less ya got something else for that…” He swirled the bottle, taking another gulp before offering it back. If Lockdown wanted to play games, then so be it.

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//Is there anyone that wants to do something little and silly while I'm off for thanks giving break?

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Lockdown knew exactly what he had said, red optics narrowing as he looked at Swindle, right into those magenta optics that refused to look at him too long. The mech was unwavering, an unmovable stubborn smug force. He turns in the seat to Swindle, claws snatching that bottle back up so he could take another swig. "You know I can't pass up gettin' drunk." He scared lips tug into another little terrible smirk as he gives the bottle back.

He hesitated as he reached for the bottle, his eyes drawn to the way those denta pried the tab off. The sound of the cap hitting the floor echoed in his audials, and he furrowed his brows as he stared him down, feeling his cheeks flush a soft pink.

Ah. Now he understood.

"…An' I s’pose you’re just here outta the goodness of your spark, huh?" He tilted his helm, giving him a scrutinizing look before snatching the bottle away and taking a hearty gulp. Afterward, he passed it back with a sharp exhale. He couldn't even be mad at him; his lack of friends was not Lockdown's fault but his own. It’s the price you pay for a chance at the top, where if you fall…

No one will be there to catch you. "What, ya just need an excuse to get smashed without lookin' like a total glitch—?"

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"Well, yeah-" Lockdown makes a smug smirk as his claws scratch at his chest. "-just makes my spark full knowing I'm such a good mech." That smirk turns to something a bit more wicked before he looks off. "Suppose that depends on what you mean by smashed." He rumbles.

He hesitated as he reached for the bottle, his eyes drawn to the way those denta pried the tab off. The sound of the cap hitting the floor echoed in his audials, and he furrowed his brows as he stared him down, feeling his cheeks flush a soft pink.

Ah. Now he understood.

"…An' I s’pose you’re just here outta the goodness of your spark, huh?" He tilted his helm, giving him a scrutinizing look before snatching the bottle away and taking a hearty gulp. Afterward, he passed it back with a sharp exhale. He couldn't even be mad at him; his lack of friends was not Lockdown's fault but his own. It’s the price you pay for a chance at the top, where if you fall…

No one will be there to catch you. "What, ya just need an excuse to get smashed without lookin' like a total glitch—?"