“Sure am. You two are pals?” Blue Bacchus resists the urge to ask Hardshell and Skyquake if they have need for a bounty hunter in their universe; it doesn’t seem like an appropriate topic to discuss in the Emperor’s presence. “Eh, you know how Cybertrons are sometimes.”
He continues to carry Pipes around under his arm as he talks, momentarily distracted by the other guests.
“Heh, well, he’s kinda worn out, you know,” he says to Overlord, wearing that little smirk on his face. (¬‿¬) Lowering his voice to a false whisper, he adds: “We were totally interfacing. For like a week, nonstop. Yeah, I know, I’m that good.”
“Anyway, if some rock is all you remember, then you missed out on all the sights and definitely still need a tour guide!” He finally acknowledges Pipes again and sets him down. “Never met a Cybertron so eager to get wasted before. Have you, Emperor? Ever manage to get Star Saber drunk? He seems like just the type to wuss out during a pocky game.”
Hardshell glances down to his arm after he is lightly punched by the bulky Seeker and tilts his head. He slowly smiles, though it still looks awkward for the Insecticon’s face. He nods to Skyquake and mimics the punch, restraining his strength for the most part. “I needed some time away. But, I let my Hive know this time. I’ll be back there if anything…else happens.”
However, he soon spots a strangely small mech and stares at him silently. Could it be a youngling was brought here by mistake. He waves to Skyquake before approaching him.
“Hello,” he begins softly and keeps staring down at him, surprised by how…small he was.
A game with no factions? Skyquake had probably not played a game since long before the war, before there even were factions. This would be… interesting.
Hardshell gives him a punch back on the arm, a surprisingly gentle one. It’s actually gentler than the ones he and Dreadwing give one another. “Yeah, I let Dreadwing know I was going out drinking. He’ll contact me if I’m needed.”
Skyquake returns the wave when Hardshell turns to the smaller mech. He arches a brow at that, but says nothing. He overhears Blue Bacchus bragging about interfacing with his partner and Skyquake smirks at that.
He turns to the blue Autobot with the gatling gun like weapon, and asks him “So do we sit down for this game, or what?” He seems to be the one who knows the rules.
“Yeap, everyone sits around in a circle and goes up, two at a time. I can go first to demonstrate, but I’ll need another volunteer~!”
He pulls a single Pocky stick out of the box and walks to the center of the room.
“Oh hi, Pipes!” he greets the other Cybertron with a smile. “Glad you could make it. Wanna give it a try? We’ll show these Destron yatsura how it’s done!”
“I’m not surprised,” he says in response to Blue Bacchus, taking a moment to leer specifically at Pipes before he continues to watch while he and Braver demonstrate.
Overlord is particularly curious about Deathsaurus and decides to stare until the other notices him. He has a particular knack for stares that raise the hair on the back of your neck.
Pipes, of course, can hear Blue Bacchus’s stage-whispered bragging, but he doesn’t care. His mind is on the fuel. When Hadrshell approaches him, Pipes looks up… and up, and up at the enormous Insecticon. “Hey there.” He stares up at the other mech, not any more nervous than he is around the other gathered Decepticons, but unsure what to say.
He decides to answer Deathsaurus while also acknowledging Hardshell. “I think? Does the Death Zone have these… like, these weird giant monsters? I, er, got chased a few times. I had to put one or two down.” Looking at Pipes, it’s probably laughable to think that such a comparatively tiny mech could handle a kaiju, any kaiju. “But…” and then Braver’s talking to him, and Braver has the energon sticks, so Braver takes immediate precedence over these fellows. “Be right back.”
He begins to step forward, and while doing so, he doesn’t miss Overlord’s stare, and he’s reminded, for a moment, that the moment he ceases to be entertaining here, he’ll probably end up being made entertaining somewhere else (and also probably end up in pieces). He pauses, suddenly intimidated and self-conscious, dithering at the edge of the circle.
Right. The game. But also fuel. Most importantly, the fuel. The fuel he hasn’t had a taste of in almost two months. That fuel.
Pipes retracts his mask and visor. He’s not much to look at, with a rather plain face except for a distinctively hooked nose. His optics are wide and red and utterly fixated on the food. “Hey, Braver. Long time no see! And yeah, sure thing.” Man, he’s never been happier to see a plate of energon sticks. “I’ll try and do the faction proud, Braver,” he replies, a hint of his customary dry humor returning to him. “Okay, so… I just eat at it?”
Once he receives further clarification, he opens his mouth (feeling like a fool as he does it, but too hungry to care). The moment he feels the energon stick against his tongue, it’s over. Pipes isn’t giving this one up, nope. His first bite is somewhat tentative, his second a bit bigger, and by the third he’s giving the energon stick a little tug with his teeth. His arms are half-raised at his sides, but Braver in his normal mode is too tall for him to comfortably touch, so his hands just linger there, somewhat awkwardly.
He’s not going to back down, though. Unless Braver pulls away, he won’t stop until their lips meet.
Deathsaurus snorts and rolls his optics behind the red shields over them at Blue Bacchus’s bragging. He was used to it. ”NICE SO SEE YOU AND BLACK SHADOW HAVE KEPT ONE ANOTHER BUSY,” he says. He scans the group again, thinking to himself that if Esmeral were here, she’d probably try to cuddle the Insecticon. She finds creatures like that adorable. And he looks again at the green mech, Skyquake, and considers asking him what his alt mode is.
He listens to Pipes for a moment when he speaks. ”MMM, YES, THAT’S THE DEATH ZONE. HOME SWEET HOME.” He actually smiles at that, a small, genuine smile, not one of his smirks he makes when he gets his way. For a moment he’s slightly impressed the small Cybertron took down a kaiju, if his claims were true. But soon the other is distracted by the pocky, and moves over to Braver to awkwardly begin to play the game.
Deathsaurus moves to sit down in a chair, slightly too small for him. Still, it’s better than the floor, where his wings will eventually get cramped. He soon notices Overlord staring at him, with interest. He locks optics with the other and gazes back, a slight smirk on his lips. He had to admit, he was quite a pretty one, and Deathsaurus didn’t mind his attentions at all.