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can i just say we don't have a clique problem at this school?

WHO: Bumblebee & Knock Out
WHERE: Thundercracker's sad old place
WHEN: Today
WHAT: Energon delivery!
WARNINGS: naw

[ Man, look at that sweet as hell Aston Martin pulling up outside that warehouse, what a car. It totally sticks out in this world, but Knock Out doesn't care in the slightest. Like'd pass up his perfect altmode just because the style is a little different in this version of Earth.

He honks his horn twice, two short, sharp beeps, and sits idling as he waits for Bumblebee to show up.

Brightly: ] Ohhh, Autobug! Knock knock, delivery.

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[ yeah it's about that time again, isn't it? funny thing is, Bee is sort of using TC's old place as a home away from home. he misses the stupid jet all right? seems like a waste to just nix the place, right? right.

so that's fine. let Knock Out come. Bee's already pushing up the door. ]

Autobug? That the best you can come up with?

[ Ah, there he is. Knock Out unfolds smoothly into his root mode, and neatly catches three energon cubes out of the air and in a stack in front of him. It looks totally smooth and unpracticed. (It's practiced.) ]

No, not a fan of that one? I liked it, myself.

Of course you'd like it. You're the source.

[ a little ribbing about Knock Outs apparent narcissism. all in good fun. Bee really doesn't mean much by it.

but really, he's pretty impressed with the stunt, practiced or not. ]

Sad thing is, it's not really original. I expect better.

Such high standards, Bee! Well, I'll do what I can not to disappoint.

[ That's out with a wink, because of course it is, and he stretches out an arm to hand over the energon cubes. ]

I wouldn't have those high expectations if I didn't think you weren't capable of exceeding them.

[ look at that confiden grin he's wearing. being here has done wonders for his personality. Bee can be Bee and that means some friendly teasing.

good thing Knock Out takes it with a grain of salt. or plays back. that doesn't happen to often, even back home. Wheeljack doesn't count.

anyway, thank you for the energon he's just going to take those cubes away from those claw hands. ]

Question.

[ Knock Out has found, slowly and a little reluctantly, that he likes this. He's used to the Deception version of teasing and wordplay, which is, nearly without fail, mean spirited and treacherous. A bit of a literal battleground. And after that, Bee's version is a welcome reprieve he never even knew he wanted.

Hm. Pleasant.

He offers a smirk in response, and as soon as Bumbebee's hands are occupied with energon, reaches that newly freed claw hand to give one of the wheels at Bee's forearms a flick to spin it playfully. (He's in a good mood. Sue him.) ]

Shoot.

[ to be fair, Bumblebee prefers this over the game of politics any day. and right as he's about to ask his question - because he's been taking this energon without really questioning the source - Knock Out flicks a wheel.

the reaction? immediately. Bee fumbles with the cubes, snorting in order to hide his laugh.

he's not very successful. ]

Woah there, Speedy.

[ Whoa. Not quite the reaction he'd expected — but a good one nonetheless. Knock Out grins, pulling both hands back and setting them up, palm out. Sorry. (Not that sorry, according to his amused grin.) ]

Whoops. Didn't realize a little flick would make you glitch out like that.

[ He's gotta do it again. ]

[ see that suspicious glance when met with that not so sorry gesture? yeah, it's aimed at Knock Out.

then he glances at his arm. that had been weird. feeling the tires brush against metal? the things you find out about newer frames. ]

Neither did I. I've only had this frame for a year and a half.

Is that so? Well, in my professional opinion, you should really acquaint yourself with all ins and outs of a new frame.

[ In typical Knock Out fashion, what might have sounded like actual medical advice from anyone else comes out of Knock Out sounding incredibly suggestive. That smirk at Bumblebee doesn't help any. But then he tacks on, with a lightning quick move of one hand: ] Here, I'll help.

[ Yep, definitely going in for another spin. He's counting on Bee's load of energon to keep him from being able to fend him off. ]

[ yeah about that... it probably is sound medical advice and Ratchet would probably give the same. however, it is Knock Out and having this guy say it? oh there's no doubt that it's suggestive. doesn't mean anyone will follow through on the little taunts, right?

but NOW HE'S NOT TOO SURE WITH THE MEDIC COMING AFTER HIM. of course Knock Out is right in his assessment that Bee isn't going to be able to defend himself without energon going everywhere.

won't stop him from back pedaling. ]

How generous of you, doc. But wouldn't it be a shame to let all this energon go to waste?

[ Knock Out have mercy. ]

[ Oh, he can handle backpedaling. It just means he has to move a little faster, which is totally worth it if he's successfully able to dart forward and twist around Bumblebee, one hand out to snag a forearm. ]

Oh, it would be. So you'd probably better keep hanging onto it, hmm? [ And if he gets his hold, he's totally going for another spin. ]

[ LIKE HE CAN MANEUVER JUGGLING THREE CUBES. well actually he goes to try to transform into his vehicle mode, but the hand on the wrist makes him stop.

crappy no good ex-Con medics. B( ]

Knock Out, don't -

[ don't test him. too late though, isn't it? the moment there's another spin to a wheel means there's an engine sputtering and Bee laughing.

just don't wear the experience out, Knock Out. would be a shame to get immune to it, right? ]

[ Knock Out actually laughs himself — which surprises him a little, because it's not a cruel or mocking laugh — but doesn't let go of his hold. In fact, he just steps in closer to do it again. And while he's at it, why not reach around those cubes and go for the opposite wheel, too?

And while he's at it he'll try not to think about how he feels like a brand new, hundred year old Cybertronian before the war. That would just be weird. ]

[ behold, Autobots. this is your elected leader. laughing himself into a fit because someone's doing something as simple as spinning his tires. those cubes are shifting in his grip, but they haven't fallen out just yet.

but with Knock Out not holding him captive ( save for fingertips on tires ), there Bee goes again trying to escape. that's... well the laughing and trying to balance the cubes? something's really got to give.

and that means tripping over himself. Bumblebee, even on the ground, manages to keep at least two cubes from breaking. but the laughing? that's going to take a moment to stop - if Knock Out even gives him a moment's reprieve here. ]

[ Bumblebee's in luck, because as soon as he sees him go down, Knock Out reaches for that third, less-fortunate cube. His arm's not quite long enough though — so of course he folds out his buzzsaw, and manages to catch it on the flat of it. Aw yeah.

He doesn't follow Bee to the ground, because someone here has to keep a little dignity, but he does, at least, grin down at him. ]

Feeling better-educated already, am I right?

[ convenient. Bee is most appreciative of that attachment right now. ]

Nice catch.

[ and then he huffs to at least sit up. Bee sets the other two cubes aside and rolls his optics. ]

Yeah. Great lesson. Can't imagine I will need another any time soon.

[ don't you dare get ideas. ]

[ He flips his caught energon up, snags it with his other hand, and transforms the saw back into a hand to offer it down to Bee. See? Perfectly innocent, what a good friend he is. ]

We'll see. [ And he adds a totally innocent smile. ] Now, I think you said you had a question, was that right?

[ oh he is going to take back that cube and set it aside. Then Bee gets to his feet. Crossing his arms over his chest, that little grin makes another appearance. ]

Just remember. I get even.

[ what did you just start, Knock Out? Anyway! Serious face. ]

Right. The energon. Where is it coming from? Got a converter we don't know about? Don't get me wrong I'm not suspicious. Just... Curious. It's better than needing to hook up to a recharging station.

[ The threat is noted and remembered, according to his cocked brow. Not that he's too worried — he has trouble imagining an Autobot could ever really catch a Decepticon off-guard around him.

But anyway, onto the question — he gives a smug little smile. ]

I'm making it, of course. According to a formula from my universe. Thoughtful of the government to provide me with a lab for it, wasn't it?

[ Yeah he totally wheedled them into giving it to him. Professional whining skills. ]

Synthetic stuff that works?

[ wouldn't that have solved their energy crisis. Okay Bee is impressed and it shows. The. He just shakes his head. ]

I figured the green color was because of this world, not because it was made. Other things are different so...

[ waves it off. ]

What I wouldn't give for the natural stuff. Nice pink-purple and not impure for a change.

Impure.

[ He scoffs. ]

I'll have you know, this formula produces at least 97.8% energy efficiency. [ Then with an unavoidably pleased smirk, he adds: ] And treated just right, it distills into some halfway-decent high grade, too.

[ Bee huffs a laugh and gets to his feet. even nudges Knock Out a little. ]

I wasn't insulting your work, doc. It's just been a while since I've had the real stuff. That's all. Years.

[ but it's got him thinking. tapping at his chin and everything. ]

Haven't had a drink like that since Blurr's bar was still intact.

[ He can't help it, it's completely instinct when he checks his side for — smudges, scratches, whatever. Anything is possible after you've been nudged. Whatever he sees apparently passes inspection, though. ]

Well then, you've come to the right mech. I can work wonders in that lab, let me tell you. [ wink wonk. guess who is making this unnecessarily suggestive again. ] And you've even caught me feeling generous, so just say the word.

[ just to be a brat... Bee pokes a different part of Knock Out's frame. just to see that little OCD reaction again. fair's fair for the wheel. ]

I'm hearing a lot of bragging, but no proof.

[ meaning the medic best be showing him these skills. ]

It makes me doubt your ability to actually satisfy anyone here.

[ might as well play the game too. ]

[ What — hey. Knock Out scowls and slaps that hand away, then backs up a quick few steps to stave off any more of that nonsense.

Oh, right. They were in the middle of innuendo, weren't they? Knock Out's frown smoothes into a smile. ]

Now, that's going a little far. Just ask Breakdown.

...Yeah about that guy.

[ frowning and rubbing at his jaw. DOESN'T REALLY CARE FOR HIM AT THE MOMENT. ]

Why a stunticon ends up being a brute like that. [ shakes head. ]

Whatever. Lead on, doc.

[ Hang on, that's his brute Bumblebee looks like he wants to talk smack about. Knock Out is right back to a frown with that, staring at him suspiciously. ]

What about Breakdown? [ oh yeah. and also: ] And-- wait. Stunticon?

[ oh he sees it. and doesn't much care about Knock Out and how he reacts. ]

Punching someone you just met isn't a very friendly 'how do you do,' that's all.

[ rolls optics. ]

Anyway, yeah. Stunticon. Fives guys that were super loyal to Megatron. Swindle conned them into trying to combine at one point to form Menasor, but that was a failure.

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