Wheeljack wrote:
Cynthia Wavenevere wrote:
“Thanks, I guess,” The cobra says, taking the drink, before turning to the rest. Oh yeah, she is still being held at gun point.
She blinks blankly at Wheeljack, saying, “What’s with the oversized kid’s toy?”
And snapping back to Mikazuki and Theo. “What a way to play the hero. How admirable. But go ahead. Shoot, see what’ll happen to the bar.”
The cobra seems unbothered in the position she is in, and has yet to notice Oren.
(OOC: transformers mention)
She blinks blankly at Wheeljack, saying, “What’s with the oversized kid’s toy?”
And snapping back to Mikazuki and Theo. “What a way to play the hero. How admirable. But go ahead. Shoot, see what’ll happen to the bar.”
The cobra seems unbothered in the position she is in, and has yet to notice Oren.
(OOC: transformers mention)
He picked her up and put her over his shoulders like a scarf
"Nah.....not my style"
He put the cobra down
The cobra didn’t seem bothered, simply slithering back onto the counter. Though, she took note of Wheeljack’s advances, but said nothing.
She went back to staring at the borrower.
"Wheeljack, what have I told you about shenanigans with local fauna? Do you not remember the incident at Trevaldar?"
“…I’m a snake, but close enough…” The snake sighs. Another big ass clank—I mean, robot…
"It's sentient?! Oh scrap, please tell me you didn't put it in your tailpipe, Wheeljack."
Cynthia Wavenevere wrote:
Despite being held at gunpoint, Cynthia’s sharp eye caught movement on Oren. She turns her head slightly to make it look like she was directly staring at him—which she was.
“Need help getting on the chair?” She asked the small borrower, with the same unbothered expression and tone.
“Need help getting on the chair?” She asked the small borrower, with the same unbothered expression and tone.
Thor the Malinois wrote:
He sniffed the tiny man and tossed his head around and dropped into a play bow
"The bumblebees act this way sometimes.." He muttered to himself, lowering the blade as he gazed up at the enormous beast.
"You want to play, don't you?"
“No shit it wants to play. Pet it, or something.” She says to the small man, before turning to Springer. “…and, ew. No. He’s not my type.”
"Noted."
Cynthia Wavenevere wrote:
“No sh*t it wants to play. Pet it, or something.” She says to the small man, before turning to Springer. “…and, ew. No. He’s not my type.”
"Do you really think this thing could even feel me petting it?" he gestured at his own hands, "I can only pet, like, 10 of it's hairs at a time."
sorry ignore this I accidentally posted the same response twice 💔
Cynthia Wavenevere wrote:
Oren Mossgrove wrote:
Cynthia Wavenevere wrote:
“No sh*t it wants to play. Pet it, or something.” She says to the small man, before turning to Springer. “…and, ew. No. He’s not my type.”
"Do you really think this thing could even feel me petting it?" he gestured at his own hands, "I can only pet, like, 10 of it's hairs at a time."
“For the Goddess’ sake…” Cynthia slithers down the counter, her body limping down onto the stool, before her tail wraps around the borrower’s wrist, forcefully (but gently) using the hand to pet the dog’s head. Scales brush up on the skin. Surprisingly smooth. “And stop side-eyeing me like that. It’s weird.”
Oren had an absolutely averse expression on his face. He did not want to be forced to touch the canine, grumbling something to himself as he pet the dog's head.
"Hmph. Not as soft as a mouse"
He looked back at Cynthia, brow furrowing, "Weird? You're like a thousand times my size, would you trust a giant?" He grumbled, "We don't have a great history with human beans."
"Hmph. Not as soft as a mouse"
He looked back at Cynthia, brow furrowing, "Weird? You're like a thousand times my size, would you trust a giant?" He grumbled, "We don't have a great history with human beans."
“I would, actually.” She responds with the dullness of a used pencil. She lets go of his wrist, returning to her spot onto the counter.
Oren Mossgrove wrote:
Cynthia Wavenevere wrote:
Despite being held at gunpoint, Cynthia’s sharp eye caught movement on Oren. She turns her head slightly to make it look like she was directly staring at him—which she was.
“Need help getting on the chair?” She asked the small borrower, with the same unbothered expression and tone.
“Need help getting on the chair?” She asked the small borrower, with the same unbothered expression and tone.
Thor the Malinois wrote:
He sniffed the tiny man and tossed his head around and dropped into a play bow
"The bumblebees act this way sometimes.." He muttered to himself, lowering the blade as he gazed up at the enormous beast.
"You want to play, don't you?"
He bounced a few times..
Springer wrote:
"It's sentient?! Oh scrap, please tell me you didn't put it in your tailpipe, Wheeljack."
"An ugly, sentient scarf, Springer....."
Wheeljack wrote:
Springer wrote:
"It's sentient?! Oh scrap, please tell me you didn't put it in your tailpipe, Wheeljack."
"An ugly, sentient scarf, Springer....."
“You’re literally scrap metal.”
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