22nd Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

Why is it that organic fuel constantly appears in my presence? I have neither desire, nor capacity, to ingest this... Eugh.

Anyone want this scrap?

[Ironhide is offering up his Valentines candies to anyone who wants them. The stuffed creature--resembling a bull terrier--he picked up, and examined, but decided it was going to a special home.

Anyone who wants candy is welcome to either knock on his door, or pester him over the comms.]

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

... This seems unnecessary.

[After all, humans seemed to mate all the freaking time why did they need a whole day devoted to it?]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it kinda is. [She shrugs.]

But it gives us an excuse to eat a lot of candy. Course, most guys don't like it because they end up having to buy their girlfriends expensive stuff and it's usually more frustrating than it needs to be.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Then it is a tradition created by females? To... receive... things?

[He makes a face.] I am suddenly glad we are not organic. Less... eugh, confusion.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

No no, don't be silly. It's kind of a marketing thing. The original holiday had something to do with a Catholic saint...religious stuff. I think he got beheaded...so I'm not sure where the candy hearts came from.

[She grins up at him, giving him a pat.]

Sometimes we can be way too complicated.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just. Stares at her. None of that makes any sense to him, Mikaela. He doesn't read up on Earth culture like the others.]

Strange holiday.

[Although... this begs the question... was he supposed to get Ratchet something? He's not female...]

Yes. You are. Entirely.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She starts laughing as he stares, and she nods.]

Yeah. I guess it sounds really weird to you, huh?

[heavyweaponsbot]

It... does. This entire business does. It seems... foolish.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It is kinda foolish. But..you know. It's just us humans being silly, right?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Looks that way. You going to take the... candy or what?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry. I'll...just get it and get out of your hair. Sorry.

[Scooping it up now!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Deadpan.]

I have no hair.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She flicks a piece of candy at him with an eyeroll.]

It's just an expression. I'll leave, sheesh.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It... smacks him square on the helm. And sticks.]

...


[There is no icon to express the look on his face.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She stares.

And stares.

Then bursts into hysterical laughter.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide growls, and swats at his face, succeeding in peeling the candy off. Then he flicks it at her.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's still laughing when it lands in her hair, and she tries unsuccessfully to tug it out.]

You should have seen your face!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, yeah... forget you saw anything.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's still laughing as she heads towards the door.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He growls, and shifts, nudging her retreating back with a toe.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She turns and waves before walking out the door. Oh, crazy Ironhide. Never change.]