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“Who up contemplating the inevitable?”

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“And who exactly are you hoping will take you home?”

“GREAT question.”

Rodimus flashes Galvatron that 1000 watt smile he usually saves for distracting Ultra Magnus or posing for pictures.

“I’m open to suggestions. Beggars can’t be choosers, or whatever. Mostly I just think I’d be an awesome sugar baby.”

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“‘M gonna get myself one of those cardboard boxes they put puppies in. You know, the ones that say ‘to a good home’ on the side of ‘em.”

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Yeah, it’s a stupid angle to look at anything from. He should try doing it to Bumblebee sometime. His round little bubble of a head makes for maximum effect.

“Do you know what weed is? One of those Jim guys you hang out with, the human Wreckers. Those guys. They tell you about it? It’s a plant humans use to make human dross.”

Roddy lowers his voice to a loud whisper got maximum effect: “Okay. So, get this. They have a holiday for weed. That day is today, which on the human calendar is… 4-20.”

“Skywarp. Do you know what today is on the human calendar?”

"Uh..."

Does he? He scrunched his face up to think real hard to think. "..nnnooooo?"

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“Oh, dude,” Rodimus exclaims, grabbing that scrunched face to bonk their forehelms together. “Dude. I can’t believe I have the honor of telling you this. Okay, so, you know how canisters of dross are usually labeled with fluid weight? And how the most common canister size is 4.2 zect?”

“Skywarp. Do you know what today is on the human calendar?”

"Uh..."

Does he? He scrunched his face up to think real hard to think. "..nnnooooo?"

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Helmet comes off, Rodimus’ spoiler goes up. He’s already reaching up to touch, too, impulse control at a solid zero.

Listen, the whole head petals thing is like, weirdly pretty considering who they were attached to. Megatron was all scowls and hard edges and corpse-gray unpainted steel, and then bam! Wafer-thin sensory petals literally inscribed with gold, real casually.

“It’s Prince,” he replies absently, way more focused on following the curve of the shape etched on one of Megatron’s head-flaps than the music. “Little Red Corvette. S’my song.”

“This is called music. I know it’s a little hard for you to hear through your bucket, but trust me, it’s good.”

"I can just take it off," he murmurs, amused as his servos come up to thumb at the latches for his helmet.

The whole thing slides off smoothly, and he sets it aside so, yes, he cna hear better. "Who is this?"

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1970 Plymouth Roadrunner 440 Six Pack

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Bruce Springsteen’s original motorcycle jacket from the cover of ‘Born to Run.‘ 

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// So idk if you're super into Amogus LPs, but the poor fella yelling "Me saw who!!!" is H20Delirious, and he and Mr Fruit were two of my favorites during lockdown

holy shit okay full disclosure the bug who runs this blog has never played among us, or indeed watched any sort of streamer except for Bungie or Warframe devteam stuff, so you could say anybody’s names at me and I’d be willing to believe those are some real guys.

thank you for sharing though!!! That’s so sweet

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👋 - fuck it, it's Spyder time.

Yeah, fuck it, Spyder time. Rodimus finds his hand's been grabbed.

He blinks slowly at this guy, taking note of all the extra... arms? Rodimus' mouth does a sort of complicated squiggle for a klik before he just shrugs.

"You got the wrong red twink, bud."

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"C'mon." Rodimus bumps up against Megatron, grabbing his heavy servo in his own and squeezing at the base of the tank's thumb to refocus Megatron's attention. "Megs. Hey. Hey-- forget those guys, c'mere. Don't pay attention to any of it. We're gonna go. Rung's waiting outside," he wheedles. "Rung's more important than some slagheads, yeah? Let's go. It's done."

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👋 “I still see you as a captain, sir. I believe in thee always.”

"You're such a dork, dude," Rodimus mutters, but he still pulls Silverblade's hand in a little closer so he can grab at him with both hands. "Like, the most dorky. It's impossible to out-dork you."

The corvette sighs, a little more worn out than he'd like to let on.

"I-- you know. Uh. Hell. Listen, that's really, really... Y'know what, don't worry about that. Thanks, SB."

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👋 from drift because he's an idiot ...

Rodimus stills for a moment, spoiler hiked high, helm cocked ever so slightly towards Drift though he does not turn to look at him. Not for long enough for anyone else to notice-- he pretty fluidly picks back up on the conversation with Swerve about, uh, something called 'Power Rangers'-- but enough for Drift to know he has Rodimus' attention.

Goldenrod fingers tap against the back of his servo.

[You good? Need some space? The bar's loud tonight.]

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