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

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She can't ninja in your room like Mikey, but she can damn sure bang cheerfully on the door.]

Hey, Ironhide!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He makes an "It's open" sort of sound. Although it doesn't sound much different than his usual "mrrf" or "hmnf" noises. He needs a larger vocabulary.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She grins, then twists the knob and shoves the door open, bounding into the room.]

Hey! [She reaches to fling her arms around him in a hug.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts, standing stock-still while she does this... hug... thing. This is so weird.]

Yeah. Hello.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Laughing, she steps back and drops her hands. She knows better than to drag that out.]

Happy early Valentines Day, Ironhide.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs and waves a hand at the air]

Yeah, whatever. Why is there sugar in my rooms?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes.]

BEcause it's close to Valentine's Day. Candy is like...a big thing that day.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I do not know what... valentine's day is.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It's one of those holidays we invented so we can pig out on Candy and stuff. It's actually relevant to some Catholic saint but no one remembers that. All couples celebrate love on Valentine's Day.

[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!